<?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-6192522</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:37:35.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding My Way Home</title><subtitle type='html'>the story of an emo kid searching for himself and his maker</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</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>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111864153736870454</id><published>2005-06-13T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:45:37.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so I need to post on here because I haven't in forever. So, I've been taking a deeper journey into my Christianity and, so far, I like what I see. I've been running every morning, working out, spending more time in prayer, and just basically stepping away from the things that I should be and stepping towards the things I should. The running is doing a lot for my confidence levels. I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111864153736870454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111864153736870454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111864153736870454' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111751283661460976</id><published>2005-05-30T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:13:56.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today wasn't a very good day. Don't get me wrong, there were parts of it that were alright, but for the most part, today sucked. I slept in really late, because I was up really late last night. I woke up with a phone call from my mom who came home from visiting her friend in New Jersey this weekend saying that she was at statcare and that she had to come home, go get her car (because she borrowed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111751283661460976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111751283661460976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111751283661460976' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111691653342439344</id><published>2005-05-24T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:35:33.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting up @ 2:00 in the morning probably isn't the best thing for me to be doing. Being up so late with no one to talk to and no one up in the house, nothing on TV and almost all of my video games beaten, I get a chance to think about my life... and you know, I post a lot on here about how much my life "sucks" and how things aren't going right and everything. I also post a lot about my thoughts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111691653342439344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111691653342439344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111691653342439344' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111663746763737961</id><published>2005-05-20T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:04:27.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today didn't start off good, but I guess it will end alright. I got up @ 7 to get my brother on the bus. After I got him on there, I went and took a nap... I took about an hour nap and when I woke up, I found my rat... Splinter, dead. So I had to bury him and that's just not a good way to start your day. After that, I just cleaned up the house because the sadness wasn't gonna get to me, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111663746763737961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111663746763737961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111663746763737961' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111630672445106129</id><published>2005-05-17T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:12:04.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this pretty interesting and it seemed like it'd be fun... so I stole this from Melissa (gotta give the props lol):Pick a band, and complete this using only titles of their songs: YellowcardAre you male or female?: Life of a SalesmanHow old are you?: Twenty-Three (minus three... so I cheated)Describe yourself: Inside OutHow do some people feel about you?: Miles ApartHow do you feel about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111630672445106129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111630672445106129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111630672445106129' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111587390258137756</id><published>2005-05-12T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:58:22.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother went to go meet this girl on sunday at the movies, and I felt proud to be the older brother, driving him to a date. The problem... she didn't show. It really started to make me think about how I was when I was in Josh's shoes... a middle schooler. I started thinking about everything and I wrote this the other night when I couldn't sleep...When I think back, I know that there's a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111587390258137756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111587390258137756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111587390258137756' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111557062070796425</id><published>2005-05-08T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T12:43:40.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stole this from Melissa:If you have anything to say to the person who posts this entry, say it to them. If you love them, tell them. If you hate them, tell them. Whatever you have to say to this person, even if its something you're having trouble saying, if the person posts this entry, say it to them now. You may never get another chance to, so just do it. Sign your name, be anonymous. Whatever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111557062070796425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111557062070796425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111557062070796425' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111522847644870685</id><published>2005-05-04T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:44:36.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The SurveyName:Janson James JacobsenBirthday:4-23-85Birthplace:Canton, OHCurrent Location:Canton, OHEye Color:Greenish BlueHair Color:dark blondeHeight:6'Right Handed or Left Handed:Right HandedYour Heritage:English, DutchThe Shoes You Wore Today:My Adidas' and my grass cutting JordansYour Weakness:Chicken TeryakiYour Fears:The Dark and HeightsYour Perfect Pizza:Pepperoni</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111522847644870685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111522847644870685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111522847644870685' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111518667045625627</id><published>2005-05-04T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T02:04:30.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I know that it's been a while since I posted last... actually, over a week. So here I am again! I've just been so busy with papers, projects, studying, and taking finals that I really haven't had any time to just sit down and post. I even neglected AIM for a while to study. My ps2 hasn't been touched in forever and my gamecube is getting dusty, so it's time to get playin. Hmm, to update </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111518667045625627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111518667045625627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111518667045625627' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111427752398656879</id><published>2005-04-23T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:32:03.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's my birthday! Wow, I'm 20. One more year until I'm "legal" lol. Talk to everyone later!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111427752398656879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111427752398656879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111427752398656879' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111413995126679411</id><published>2005-04-21T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T23:19:11.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, well I guess I should post since I haven't really given a real post in forever. I've been really busy here recently with getting everything done for my classes. Classes end next tuesday, the 26th and my finals are done May 3rd. I have a 5 page paper due in my World Civ class on the 26th. I've had to do a bunch of research for that paper on top of getting everything ready for the presentation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111413995126679411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111413995126679411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111413995126679411' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111385379996856233</id><published>2005-04-18T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T15:49:59.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do believe that Relient K has it figured out..."We all know the girls that i am talking aboutWell they are time bombs and they are tickingAnd the only question's when they'll blow upAnd they'll blow upWe know that without a doubtCause they're those girls,Yeah, you know those girls that let their emotions get the best of themAnd i've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow manLet's get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111385379996856233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111385379996856233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111385379996856233' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111380097504767916</id><published>2005-04-18T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T01:09:35.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm done.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111380097504767916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111380097504767916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111380097504767916' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111345194514167491</id><published>2005-04-14T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:12:25.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so I know I haven't posted in a while... been busy... for a quick post, check out http://www.myspace.com/storyoftheyear. Story of the Year is coming out with a new CD/DVD set on May 10th, click the link and IM me or leave a comment and let me know what you think about it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111345194514167491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111345194514167491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111345194514167491' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111319259799595984</id><published>2005-04-10T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:09:57.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today has been extremely long: I had to get up early to pick up dad from the nursing home to take him to church because Jeff, the guy that usually takes him, was in West Virginia. While @ church, I was waiting for the service to start and a leader of the church came up and asked me if I would be willing to take Jeff's (the guy that was supposed to pick up my dad) spot and do the closing prayer. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111319259799595984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111319259799595984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111319259799595984' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111311489717884986</id><published>2005-04-10T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:34:57.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, with the way that today started, I didn't think that anything good could come of it. The weather was just too nice for the day to be crappy, however, and I ended up with an overall good day. I rode my bike for a while and hung out with Josh. I slept in until late. When I got up, I just sat around after I got into a bit of a fight with Melinda, but I think that everything's ok now. Tonight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111311489717884986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111311489717884986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111311489717884986' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111308133672986538</id><published>2005-04-09T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T17:16:01.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well... last night and today have been interesting:Last night I went out to eat with my family and that was a lot of fun as usual. After eating, I went to go see Be Cool at the dollar theater with Sara, Mandi, Jessica, and Chris. I liked the movie a lot, the Rock was hilarious as a gay guy. Hanging out with Sara and Mandi is always fun, but adding Jessica to the mix was even better. After the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111308133672986538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111308133672986538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111308133672986538' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111285166264220915</id><published>2005-04-07T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:27:42.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so I added a few things to my site tonight... this post, a comment, and my new tagboard on the left side of the the site... scroll down to find it, leave me messages, I'll respond and it'll be fun. Ok, so I had the Rock tonight, it was good because I didn't have to worry about my devotional. I think I'm ok now from my incident with the kids. I've already started thinking of new devos for when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111285166264220915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111285166264220915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111285166264220915' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111267615849352488</id><published>2005-04-05T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:42:38.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, it's now 12:34 and I just got home. I was home until after Raw. I was sitting, reading the bible, then things started to hit me, I was bombarded by thoughts and I just had to go run. I went outside and I started to run.  I am somewhat known to go running at night, usually 1 mile. I got to the end of my street and there was a car on the side of the road... as I ran by, a guy in the car stopped</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111267615849352488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111267615849352488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111267615849352488' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111264231437903343</id><published>2005-04-04T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:18:34.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so my predictions didn't go as I wanted them to... but it was still one of the best Wrestlemanias I've ever gotten the privilege to see... so here's the winners (and my predictions in the parentheses):World Heavyweight Championship: Batista vs. Triple H - Winner, Batista (Batista)WWE Championship: John Cena vs. JBL - Winner, John Cena (John Cena)Kurt Angle vs. Shawn Michaels - Winner, Kurt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111264231437903343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111264231437903343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111264231437903343' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111255084720161180</id><published>2005-04-03T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:54:07.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so here are my Wrestlemania 21 predictions. I did this last year and I sucked at it, but it's fun... so here goes:World Heavyweight Championship: Batista vs. Triple H - Winner, BatistaWWE Championship: John Cena vs. JBL - Winner, John CenaKurt Angle vs. Shawn Michaels - Winner, Shawn MichaelsMoney-In-The-Bank Ladder Match: Shelton Benjamin vs. Christian vs. Edge vs. Chris Benoit vs. Chris </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111255084720161180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111255084720161180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111255084720161180' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111246302074776831</id><published>2005-04-02T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:31:28.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so I was thinking about this as I woke up today... "What Would Jesus Do?" What does that mean? It should be more like what WOULDN'T Jesus do. I got a call this morning from my dad, he wants me to take him out shopping (for those of you out of the loop, I'll remind you all again, he had a stroke last January and can't drive). I agreed because I know that he'll just sit in his room for the rest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111246302074776831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111246302074776831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111246302074776831' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111232833109876474</id><published>2005-03-31T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:57:16.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here's my post... to make certain people happy and give them something to read. I don't have much to say... I'm just extremely ticked off right now. I sold all of my concert tickets and I got my copy of the CD. There are just things that have happened that I cannot control and I have been betrayed. I will not speak any more of this subject, so don't even ask. I will post again this weekend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111232833109876474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111232833109876474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111232833109876474' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111077733887017241</id><published>2005-03-14T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:15:38.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God, I know You're busy, but I have a quick question for you. Why did you die for me? I don't deserve the death of the perfect one. I'm bad, dirty, flawed. I should burn in Hell. So, God, I'm sorry for what I've done, but I don't deserve You anymore. I've sinned too many times and I can't feel Your presence anymore. Please, show me You once again. I need Your help. I suck at being a Christian, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111077733887017241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111077733887017241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111077733887017241' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111074905451546255</id><published>2005-03-13T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:24:14.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you read this,even if i don't speak to you often,you must post a memory of me.It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad,just as long as it happened.Then post this to your journal.See what people remember.my s buddy had this in her xanga. I thought it was a cool thing, so leave me comments people!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111074905451546255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111074905451546255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111074905451546255' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111031677594408377</id><published>2005-03-08T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T16:19:35.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111031677594408377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111031677594408377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111031677594408377' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-111025992804513041</id><published>2005-03-07T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:32:08.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen from Kara...So bored001. What is your name? Janson002. Spell your name backwards: nosnaJ003. Date of birth: April 23004. Male or female? The Better Sex, Male005. Astrological sign: Taurus006. Nicknames: J, JJ, Big J, Big Dog, J Justice, J buddy, Fag007. Occupation? Student008. Height: 6'009. Weight: 243 and decreasing010. Hair color: Blondish011. Eye color: Bluish green012. Where were you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111025992804513041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/111025992804513041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111025992804513041' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110921785583365912</id><published>2005-02-23T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:04:15.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smiles all around!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110921785583365912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110921785583365912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110921785583365912' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110893296129970595</id><published>2005-02-20T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T15:56:01.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm stepping away.I'm stepping away from AIM.I'm stepping away from TV.I'm stepping away from my computer (for the most part).I'm stepping away from some of my "friends".I'm stepping away from the life I knew to create a new one.I'm stepping away, and I don't know when (or if) I will come back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110893296129970595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110893296129970595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110893296129970595' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110886349137641849</id><published>2005-02-19T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T20:38:11.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PAST--first grade teachers name: Mrs. Chrest-last word you said: I don't remember-last song you sang: Broken Wings by Alterbridge-last thing you laughed at: The car ride I had with my brothers and Frank-last time you cried: umm, last mondayPRESENT--whats in your cd player: Juliana Theory-whats under your bed: shoes-what time did you wake up today: 2 pmFUTURE--what is your career going to be: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110886349137641849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110886349137641849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110886349137641849' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110886248604520214</id><published>2005-02-19T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T20:21:26.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAYER ONE: On The OutsideName: JansonBirth date: 4-23-1985Birthplace: Canton, OHCurrent Location: My RoomEye Color: Blue-GreenHair Color: Dirty Blonde (I hear)Height: 6'Righty or Lefty: RightyZodiac Sign: TaurusChinese Zodiac: Wood OxLAYER TWO: On The InsideYour heritage: English, Dutch, German, some sort of Indian that I'm not sure aboutShoes you wore today: My black bootsYour weaknesses: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110886248604520214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110886248604520214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110886248604520214' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110876763842157662</id><published>2005-02-18T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T18:00:38.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a lot about a quote that I heard in a movie recently in which this woman is talking about how she always changed who she was to fit a certain relationship, and that she never really took time in between the relationships to find out who she really was. That made me think of who I am... this is what I came up with:I love scary movies.I love the WWE.I love anything the Rock (from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110876763842157662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110876763842157662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110876763842157662' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110810170922057541</id><published>2005-02-11T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T01:01:49.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, to say the past two days have been crazy might not even come close to describing them. Well, yesterday started off alright. I went to class, boring as usual, chapel, then back home. Then I went to stats, that was alright. My day was, for the most part, a pretty usual day. It was Wednesday, so I had the Rock. I knew I had the devotional for the night. played some basketball with Scott. When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110810170922057541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110810170922057541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110810170922057541' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110790757420358633</id><published>2005-02-08T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T19:06:14.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey guys... I know I haven't posted in a while, but I need everyone's help! Ok, so I'm getting something personalized and I need everyone's vote for what I should get engraved, here are your choices:1. Janson J.2. Janson James3. JJ Jacobsen4. Janson JacobsenIf I could get everyone's vote... it would be REALLY appreciated, and I'll post what I got engraved and which name won when I get the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110790757420358633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110790757420358633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110790757420358633' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110719756402025162</id><published>2005-01-31T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T13:52:44.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I suppose that I should post since it's been a little while. Ok, so I didn't go to my Critical and Creative Thinking class this morning because I couldn't move (because of a serious migraine) so I took some Excedrine and slept. That's been my day so far (wow, riviting I know). So this past weekend was pretty fun/crazy. Friday, I ended up sitting around the house playing ps2. I was gonna go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110719756402025162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110719756402025162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110719756402025162' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110679234560639206</id><published>2005-01-26T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:19:05.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so today was a good day. Crit and Creat was, well Crit and Creat. After that, was Chapel. I know that a lot of people don't like Chapel. They don't like the idea that their "forced" to go to a church service, but anytime I can worship is a good time for me. Some chapels are boring, but I usually like the chapel band and the songs we sing, so that definitely lifted me up for the rest of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110679234560639206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110679234560639206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110679234560639206' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110654269519689595</id><published>2005-01-23T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:58:15.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I lock myself in this prison cell I call a room. Wasting my life in front of a screen is getting boring. Playstation 2 can only entertain for so long. DVDs are fun, but only bring so much enjoyment. I need my friends. I have plenty of them that would love to see me... still, I sit. 100 DVDs I have collected... for what? I hardly have anyone over to watch them with me. The problem, as I see it... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110654269519689595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110654269519689595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110654269519689595' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110647582036813874</id><published>2005-01-23T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T05:23:40.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need answers... I must find them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110647582036813874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110647582036813874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110647582036813874' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110644585388469471</id><published>2005-01-22T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:04:13.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took this from Mels:[x] Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4. Write down what it says: "...were from the north in Shantung and there they..." (The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck)x] Before you came to this website [started this survey], what did you look at? Mels' site... reading her answers[x] What are you wearing? Jeans and a white dress shirt[x] Did you dream </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110644585388469471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110644585388469471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110644585388469471' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110629029978385003</id><published>2005-01-21T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T01:51:39.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so today wasn't too bad. I got up around 10... went outside and started up my car, only to realize that it was 10 and that my class wasn't for another hour and a half. I came back in, chilled, had a little breakfast (and by little, I mean a handful of peanuts). Then I got ready and went to class @ 11. World Civ wasn't too bad. I had a paper due, so that wasn't too bad. Then I went to Psych of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110629029978385003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110629029978385003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110629029978385003' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110619970544916851</id><published>2005-01-20T01:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:41:45.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This may be the last thing that i write for longCan you hear me smiling when i sing this song, for you and only youAs I leave will you be someone to say good-byeAs I leave will you be someone to wipe your eyeMy foot is out the door, and you can't stop me nowYou wanted the best, it wasn't me, will you give it backNow i'll take the lead, when there's no more room to make it growI'll see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110619970544916851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110619970544916851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110619970544916851' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110601162854500991</id><published>2005-01-17T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:27:08.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"forget me, it's that simple."Sometimes I just wish that people would forget me. That I hadn't done those things. That it didn't hurt. That I wasn't born. That God never thought of me. That Jesus didn't die. That I could hide. That time wasn't a factor. That my dad wasn't the way he was. That I wasn't the way that I am. Sometimes.Other times I think I'm worthless. I'm boring. I'm dull. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110601162854500991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110601162854500991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110601162854500991' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110586091406529799</id><published>2005-01-16T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T02:35:14.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1. Janson2. JJ3. JTHREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:1. thenjansonsaid2. threej20033. threej619THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:1. English2. Dutch3. American (of course... couldn't think of anything else)THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:1. the Dark2. Heights3. Being aloneTHREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:1. My glasses2. A hat3. My bookbagTHREE THINGS YOU ARE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110586091406529799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110586091406529799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110586091406529799' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110559599621894507</id><published>2005-01-13T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T00:59:56.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was cool, I guess. I had critical and creative thinking @ 9 this morning and that went ok. After that was the boring chapel. Then I came home, watched Price is Right (learned that the show is rigged... don't believe me, ask me why I think that way) and took a nap. I got up and went to my Stats class, but it was cancelled because my professor is in the hospital (I don't know why, I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110559599621894507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110559599621894507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110559599621894507' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110546980379580989</id><published>2005-01-11T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:56:43.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's tuesday and I've only had two classes. That's kinda funny. Yesterday, I had Critical and Creative Thinking @ 9... that class doesn't seem too bad. I had a huge break from 10 until 2 and then I had Stats for Social Sciences, but that class was somewhat cancelled... I got a syllabus, but the professor wasn't there. Today, I had World Civ 1 with Jacci and I was supposed to have Psych of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110546980379580989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110546980379580989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110546980379580989' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110524961065926494</id><published>2005-01-09T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:46:50.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, I got a new cell phone today... if you feel the need to talk to me, call me (after 9 pm lol) at (330)309-1303. I'm happy with it. Well, that's pretty much all I have for right now, I have church in the AM, so I must get to sleep. Talk to everyone later!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110524961065926494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110524961065926494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110524961065926494' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110518119487277691</id><published>2005-01-08T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T05:46:34.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"this I know with all my heart... his wounds have paid my ransom" wow. Ok, ok. Thanks are in order... Thanks to all of the people that left comments (again). I don't really know why I was upset when I wrote the past two posts. I just know that everything was getting me down. I know that everyone gets a little bogged down by their everyday life. It's just sometimes, I don't feel like I deserve to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110518119487277691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110518119487277691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110518119487277691' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110500584911552314</id><published>2005-01-06T04:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T05:04:09.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok... first thing's first... thanks to all the people that left comments... I love y'all.second... the more I think about things, the more I start being depressed, yet at the same time, the more I think about things, the more I start thinking that God knew this, because @ the Rock, Josh Fink mentioned this song and for some reason I felt compelled to listen to it... and it is my story right now:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110500584911552314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110500584911552314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110500584911552314' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110498035311395280</id><published>2005-01-05T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:04:49.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for those of you that read this... you may think you have a little insight on my life. Let me fill you on in a little secret... I'm not the person you think I am. It might be the fact that everything is starting to wind down in my life... the social security has come through, mom got a job that she's starting tomorrow, and I go back to school next monday. It might be that everything that I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110498035311395280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110498035311395280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110498035311395280' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110491156294683041</id><published>2005-01-05T02:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T02:52:42.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about my site today, and thought... hmm I need to update it a little, so my wonderful readers, I'm going to grace you with a post... ok, that sounded dumb. Anyway, today is officially wednesday... but it still feels like tuesday to me, so today (tuesday) I got up really late and then I had basketball... we won, for those that care. Yesterday, Kara came over and we watched wrestling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110491156294683041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110491156294683041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110491156294683041' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110465968335605348</id><published>2005-01-02T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T04:54:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's the new year. Happy new year to all of those that I didn't get a chance to tell that to. Well, a little update... my devotional was non-existant, the power went out at the church last week, so we didn't have the devotional. New Years, I pretty much just sat around the house, watched a movie, watched the ball drop, then proceeded to play 5 hours of Need For Speed Underground 2. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110465968335605348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110465968335605348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110465968335605348' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110426174215714015</id><published>2004-12-28T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T14:22:22.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, yesterday was awesome. I was up way too late on sunday... so I slept in until 2 in the afternoon. When I got up, mom got her shower and we all got ready to go. We went to walmart by our house, we all got haircuts and we got jake a few toys and all of us some socks (because we needed them). Then we went to Golden Corral for dinner... awesome, totally awesome. We ate and then we all went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110426174215714015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110426174215714015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110426174215714015' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110395202282991073</id><published>2004-12-25T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T00:20:22.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone! I just got done playing "Santa." I was getting ready for bed and I thought that I should post. So a few minutes ago, my friend Rachael showed up to my house. She needed to use my phone because she couldn't find a working payphone. Her ex-roommate's (Jeanie) fiance's (Jason) grandmother died tonight. Rachael said that Jason found her when Jeanie and Jason went to go visit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110395202282991073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110395202282991073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110395202282991073' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110375742414722071</id><published>2004-12-22T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T18:17:04.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-- Name: Janson-- Birthdate: April 23, 1985-- Birthplace: Canton, Ohio-- Current Location: Canton-- Eye Color: Blue, Green, Bluish Green... I hear it changes with what I'm wearing-- Hair Color: Blonde-- Righty or Lefty: Righty-- Age: 19-- Innie or Outtie: Innie-----------------WHAT IS-------------------- Your most overused phrase on aim: lol-- Your thoughts first waking up: 5 more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110375742414722071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110375742414722071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110375742414722071' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110361922766399873</id><published>2004-12-21T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T03:53:47.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you that don't like my "preachy" posts... this probably isn't for you:This year has, for the most part, sucked beyond all recognition. It has had its good parts, don't get me wrong... I could list them, but 1. I don't have the energy to recollect all of that stuff and 2. This is just supposed to be a quick little post. I have been a little burnt out on my Christianity as of late. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110361922766399873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110361922766399873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110361922766399873' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110342914578305786</id><published>2004-12-18T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:05:45.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm out of school for a while, so I think I could spare a few minutes of my precious time to post on this thing lol. Finals week was a bit crazy,  but when isn't it? It wasn't nearly as bad as the week before finals, however. It is day 2 of my break, and I've watched Spiderman 2 twice, 40 days and 40 nights, Badder Santa, and a bunch of Christmas shows that we have on tape (the Claymation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110342914578305786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110342914578305786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110342914578305786' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110282279008455059</id><published>2004-12-11T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:39:50.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, here I am again... I was told to post in my blog because people were tired of seeing the same things lol. This week was extremely busy. I calculated it all out and I wrote 18 pages of crap this past week: 4 pages for Art and Music, 3 pages for Psychology, 6 pages for Old Testament, and 5 pages for Composition. Yeah, that's a lot of junk. Oh well, hanging out with Kara on monday and thursday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110282279008455059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110282279008455059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110282279008455059' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110230098303197498</id><published>2004-12-05T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:43:03.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got this from Mels' and Mandi's Live Journals... feel free to leave your response in my comments:1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.2. Am I lovable?3. How long have you known me?4. When and how did we first meet?5. What was your first impression?6. Do you still think that way about me now?7. What do you think my weakness is?8. Do you think I'll get married?9. What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110230098303197498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110230098303197498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230098303197498' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110228093296266716</id><published>2004-12-05T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T16:08:52.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today wasn't too bad. I got up, went to church... good lesson about Baptism from Jeff. I got home, Josh was playing ps2. Sat around, watched him play... and beat, GTA: San Andreas. I ended up playing for a little while, then I booted my brothers out of my room. Now I'm sitting in an empty room with all of my Old Testament notes, my blue Tanakh bible, and my NIV bible out and I only have 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110228093296266716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110228093296266716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110228093296266716' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110205947791327806</id><published>2004-12-03T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T02:37:57.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight was an awesome night. The day wasn't too bad... had an Art quiz and a Wellness Lab. Every class got out early so that was great. I ended up picking up Kara at around 8:30 and we hung out and watched TV until 2 AM lol. That was awesome. Thanks for the great time Kara!!Ok, on a side note... USE MY GOOGLE SEARCH BAR at the bottom of my page... also... CLICK ON THE LINKS BELOW THE BLOGGER </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110205947791327806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110205947791327806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110205947791327806' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110187698467301108</id><published>2004-11-30T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:57:48.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>! You are most like An Emerald !Caring, giving, - and very emotional. You're thepersonpeople turn to with a problem. You worry abouteverybody,and genuinely want to help - a little too muchsometimes.As an emerald, you tend to take a more backseat tothe othergems, but your inner beauty soon captivates thosewho takethe time to get to know you.Congratulations ... You're the selfless gem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110187698467301108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110187698467301108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110187698467301108' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110184897616787664</id><published>2004-11-30T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T16:09:36.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I should probably post since I haven't done so in a week haha:Last week wasn't too bad I suppose. I've been taking a different look on my life. I asked myself this question and it seems to have helped me in my search so far: What do I stand for? I've been really looking at what I SAY I stand for and what I actually DO stand for and they don't go together. That is really bad. I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110184897616787664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110184897616787664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110184897616787664' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110124110952027796</id><published>2004-11-23T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:18:29.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Thanksgiving break is here. Today wasn't too bad, I failed an Art and Music quiz, Composition wasn't bad, and I think I faired well on the Personal Wellness test. Tomorrow, there's no rock (insert sad face here). But I DO get to hang out with Sarah and then Josh is coming home tomorrow as well, so I'll hang out with him later tomorrow night. Everything's actually been ok lately.Church was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110124110952027796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110124110952027796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110124110952027796' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110089547474748016</id><published>2004-11-19T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T15:17:54.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life's greatest questions have always been... Who am I? Where did I come from? Why am I here? Where am I going? You are about to see and hear one of the most significant messages given to us by God...That's at the beginning of the Used's new CD and it's awesome. I guess that's what I'm asking myself a lot lately. I've come to a realization that I'm not doing anything with my time. I have no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110089547474748016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110089547474748016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110089547474748016' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110071005488078221</id><published>2004-11-17T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T11:47:34.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, tonight's the night. I gotta do this. I'm amped right now, but who knows what I'll feel when the time comes. God stay with me. Be with me now. Let me say what You would have me to say. Let these kids get something from my words. My words are Your words. Use me in Your way. This hasn't happened by accident. It isn't Scott's doing, but Yours. So I will do my best to serve You. This doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110071005488078221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110071005488078221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110071005488078221' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110053659075613916</id><published>2004-11-15T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:36:30.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The more I think about things, the more I want to kick myself. I've done things in my life that I'm not particularly happy with. I've upset people that I never thought I would. I've made my mistakes. That's how life goes, and the real test is how I take my past as the past and make my future different. That's what being a Christian means. It means that I can take what I've done in my past and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110053659075613916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110053659075613916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053659075613916' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-110019418483520893</id><published>2004-11-11T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T12:29:44.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, let's see.. I should probably post since I haven't in a little bit. So, last night was crazy/awesome. Ok, first... craziness: I went to the Rock (if you don't know what the Rock is... I don't know what to tell you)  and when I got there, I sat down and was talking to the leader of the Rock, Scott. We were talking about football and how we did in the fantasy league last week. Then, out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110019418483520893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/110019418483520893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110019418483520893' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109994761159192003</id><published>2004-11-08T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:00:11.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupid blogger not letting me post.... ok, condensed version for those who want me to post:Today = OK day. Psych (ok), Chapel (ok), nap (awesome), Old Testament (ok)... so that averages out to an OK day. After Old Testament I went and picked up Jake and put in the storm window in my nana's front door for her. I talked to nana for a little while and then Jake and I went to EB Games to check on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109994761159192003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109994761159192003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109994761159192003' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109935433008153334</id><published>2004-11-01T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:12:10.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok... so let me tell you about these two hotties I hung out with the other night... Last thursday night, I was bored and was just sitting around the house. Then these two chicas... Sara &amp; Mandi decided to rock my world. Sara asked me if I wanted to go see a movie with them, so I did. We ended up seeing Spiderman 2 @ the dollar theater (about time I saw it). It was a good movie, I enjoyed it a lot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109935433008153334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109935433008153334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109935433008153334' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109934670976372460</id><published>2004-11-01T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T17:05:09.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was ok. I went to psychology and chilled with Heather there, then went to Chapel. I really like "Praise Adonai" so that was a good thing. I just couldn't feel anything. I wanted to so badly, but I couldn't. My mind was elsewhere, but that just goes with life. The more we sang, though, the better I felt, so I was glad that He let me feel Him today. I have an Awesome God! Amen? Yeah, Amen. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109934670976372460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109934670976372460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109934670976372460' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109924071702928580</id><published>2004-10-31T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T11:38:37.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week has been a good one. I've been able to feel God working on me a lot lately. I went to meet with my psych advisor, Twinky, on friday and she was having a bad day and somehow, something I said made her feel better. It was awesome to be able to help her out, seeing how much she's helped me out. Moments like that make this whole Christian thing worth while. While I was at the library, I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109924071702928580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109924071702928580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109924071702928580' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109882599490170034</id><published>2004-10-26T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T17:26:34.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so I had this huge post that was SUPPOSED to be in here, but then blogger decided to be gay and not let it go.... so you only get the important parts:I know that already talked about how my prayer group went last month, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I've had a little epiphany: When I was standing waiting for Scott to tell the kids about the prayer group, I was shaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109882599490170034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109882599490170034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109882599490170034' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109854538466270591</id><published>2004-10-23T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T11:29:44.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really have no idea what made me do it, but I did. I took out my yearbook and like so many other things, the memories started to flow. I opened the cover and it was filled with all my friend's messages of good wishes and congratulations. I should have stopped there, yet I felt compelled to continue. The more and more that I look at the yearbook the more memories flood my mind. With each passage</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109854538466270591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109854538466270591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109854538466270591' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109829940426491920</id><published>2004-10-20T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T15:10:04.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose I should post in this thing. It's mid-semester break! That's awesome, so I have a 4 day weekend. Not much is going on. I have my prayer group tonight at the Rock. Somewhat nervous, but not nearly as bad as I was last month. I'm looking forward to it. I'm pretty glad that this week is over, but next monday is gonna kill me. I have an Old Testament paper due and a midterm in there. That </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109829940426491920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109829940426491920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109829940426491920' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109794957886635057</id><published>2004-10-16T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T13:59:38.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today sucks. I've had good days the past few days and today is making up for them. I guess today shouldn't be that bad. I woke up to my brothers yelling at each other and then Josh came in and said that mom left a message wishing us a "happy sweetest day." Ok, so sweetest day is right up there with valentines day. It's just another greeting-card holiday to make people like me feel like crap (as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109794957886635057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109794957886635057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109794957886635057' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109758988526721604</id><published>2004-10-12T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:04:45.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>November 7th... November 7th... Everything will be OK after November 7th</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109758988526721604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109758988526721604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109758988526721604' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109750902670722703</id><published>2004-10-11T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:37:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Charlotte - "S.O.S."Is anybody listening?Can they hear me when I call?I'm shooting signals in the air'Cause I need somebody's helpI can't make it on my ownSo I'm giving up myselfIs anybody listening?ListeningI've been stranded here and I'm miles awayMaking signals hoping they'd save meI lock myself inside these walls'Cause out there I'm always wrongI don't think I'm gonna make</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109750902670722703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109750902670722703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109750902670722703' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109735073604141025</id><published>2004-10-09T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T15:38:56.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, God must've known that today was going to suck for me. That was why I thought what I did this morning. Well, today has been eventful. I got up, had my wonderful epiphany and then it all went downhill. I got ready and got the boys together and we were about to go out to pick up dad to get our haircuts. I got into the car and it didn't start... I have a dead battery. I talked to my neighbor, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109735073604141025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109735073604141025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109735073604141025' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109733738905969612</id><published>2004-10-09T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T11:56:29.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I just woke up and my first thought was "what has happened to me?" I started thinking about how my mom used to tell me all the time that I was such a happy baby and that I was always smiling when I was little. Fast forward to today, I hardly smile, I'm depressed all the time, and I'm just generally just here (i.e. not doing anything, just sitting around). I've come a long way. Just when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109733738905969612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109733738905969612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109733738905969612' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109717539543531163</id><published>2004-10-07T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T14:56:35.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was actually ok. I had 2 classes and 2 were cancelled, so that's a sweet way to start. Art and Music was boring, as usual. Personal Wellness wasn't too bad. We were in the Wellness Center using the cardio stuff today for a lab. eLiz and I worked together. After everyone left I did a little lifting too. That was pretty much all of today. I have a huge Psychology test tomorrow and I'm feeling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109717539543531163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109717539543531163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109717539543531163' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109684715560266286</id><published>2004-10-03T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T19:45:55.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm... the past few days haven't been too bad, I guess. Nothing really exciting has happened. School and stuff mostly. Yesterday, I took the boys out to Cd Warehouse and I exchanged some of my cds and got $13 (sweetness). Then I took them to Gamestop and we got 2 games and a controller after we turned in some stuff. After Gamestop, I took them to the mall for some lunch. I ended up applying at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109684715560266286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109684715560266286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109684715560266286' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109656680438677835</id><published>2004-09-30T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:53:24.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yesterday was awesome and sucked at the same time. Ok, I'll start with the good:Classes weren't bad. Psych and Old Testament. After Old Testament I ended up going down to the library by Malone and talking with Jen for a while while she studied. That was cool to just talk to her. I got home around 4:30 and just chilled until The Rock. The Rock was awesome. I was so nervous for my prayer group</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109656680438677835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109656680438677835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109656680438677835' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109649221455257940</id><published>2004-09-29T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T17:10:14.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day, for the most part. I woke up with a migraine, so that wasn't so cool, but I really didn't think about stuff today for the most part, which is good for me. The only thing that really bothered me today was the prayer group tonight. I'm still a bit nervous about this whole thing. I don't feel as bad as I did last week, though, so that is a good thing. I'm nervous and excited @ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109649221455257940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109649221455257940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109649221455257940' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109633665771524351</id><published>2004-09-27T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T21:57:37.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who can I trust? Only God... obviously</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109633665771524351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109633665771524351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109633665771524351' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109594830089416703</id><published>2004-09-23T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T10:05:00.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so I'm an idiot. I thought that yesterday was the last wednesday of the month... seeing how it was the fourth wednesday, and there are usually four weeks to every month... yeah... there's five wednesdays in september this year... great. So my prayer group didn't happen yesterday, but it will happen next week. It was somewhat a gift from God, because I seriously wasn't ready to lead those kids</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109594830089416703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109594830089416703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109594830089416703' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109579076424121380</id><published>2004-09-21T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:21:46.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Used"Light With A Sharpened Edge"Free from the torment of sinAll this I'm giving upMuch as the sun would decide to give inExploding to orangeAnd hear all the voices sing praises and hymnsMark the birth of a changeFree from the torment of sinAll this I'm giving upIt's not meBuried wreckage my soulIt's not me so who am I nowOver and over againLight with a sharpened edgeCut </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109579076424121380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109579076424121380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109579076424121380' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109577415506619028</id><published>2004-09-21T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:42:35.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so that "rut" I talked about a few days ago... more like a 100-foot-deep hole, and I feel like I'm sinking more and more every day. This is where God is the most real. This is where I get to see Him, as he helps me get out of this thing. I really think that tomorrow is going to help. Tomorrow, I start my prayer group @ the Rock (awesomeness). I'm excited and nervous, because how can I lead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109577415506619028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109577415506619028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109577415506619028' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109553722651346556</id><published>2004-09-18T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T15:53:46.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's time to live again. I've been in a rut lately, but it's time to move. I'm really looking forward to what God has planned for me. I guess the main point is that in life, we can't always make our plans come all the way to fruition. Life is what you make it, but God is ultimately in control.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109553722651346556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109553722651346556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109553722651346556' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109534291002620971</id><published>2004-09-16T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T09:55:10.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You can't help who you love... you're not supposed to."yeah... it's like that...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109534291002620971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109534291002620971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109534291002620971' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109527949813069295</id><published>2004-09-15T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:18:18.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really do love my friends. I don't know who I would be or where I would be if it wasn't for my friends. I love you all. I probably wouldn't be here if it wasn't for most of you. I just don't really know what else to say... Oh I know:A couple of weeks ago, I said this:I say to this world, bring it on, because MY God is so much bigger than you can imagine.Well, to clarify, the world brought</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109527949813069295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109527949813069295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109527949813069295' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109521774606353660</id><published>2004-09-14T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:09:06.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the pain is worse cause his friends have it the sametries to slow down the problem he's gotbut can't get off the carousel until he makes it stophe can only fool himself for so long...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109521774606353660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109521774606353660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109521774606353660' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109456445510698763</id><published>2004-09-07T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:40:55.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not a good day... I don't know when I'll post again...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109456445510698763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109456445510698763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456445510698763' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109444945117963885</id><published>2004-09-06T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T12:23:46.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I did an assignment like this in Comp 2 and I liked the one I wrote for it, so I thought I would try it with wanting things:Here lately, my life has taken so many turns that I don't think I'm even close to the road that I used to be on anymore. There are so many things that I want back, things I want to happen, and things that I just want in my life. Here are a few:I want my sanity </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109444945117963885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109444945117963885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109444945117963885' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109442595239620576</id><published>2004-09-05T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:12:32.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, this time, I promise that I won't rant lol.Let's see, Thursday was ok, I went and hung out with Tracey @ Malone.Friday, nothing too exciting, just went to class... took a 3 hour nap in between, and then went to Old Testament. I walked and talked with Jami after class, that was really cool. I came home and just chilled for most of the night, watched a movie with my family.Yesterday, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109442595239620576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109442595239620576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109442595239620576' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109413568745356032</id><published>2004-09-02T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T10:34:47.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For all who read this, I've taken out the song of the week... I just don't have time for it lol. If it bothers you that much, then I'll put it back in.Anyhow. The past few days have been strange and fun. Starting back to school has brought me a mix of emotions... from anger to happiness to sadness to awe. I think that right now I'm in the "awe" phase of this whole thing. It's finally hit me, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109413568745356032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109413568745356032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413568745356032' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109409426687794899</id><published>2004-09-01T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:09:52.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, I haven't posted in forever... Monday to be exact, so I guess that's not forever, but these have been some long days. So let's see... Ok, yesterday, I got up and went to my 8 o'clock class to find out that the prof wasn't there, so I was there for a grand total of 10 minutes. After that, I went to the advising and testing office and got two new classes... Personal Wellness and... WALKING (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109409426687794899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109409426687794899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109409426687794899' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109390937743657752</id><published>2004-08-30T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T19:42:57.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see... Sunday, during the day, wasn't the best, the night... definitely better. I got up and took the boys to Sunday school @ church @ 9. They liked it, so we might do that every Sunday, we'll see. @ church, I saw my dad, and he talked to me... I'll leave it @ that. After church, I came home and took a nap. Mom got home, and I ended up going to Malone to see Tracey. We ended up going and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109390937743657752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109390937743657752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109390937743657752' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109375096578728491</id><published>2004-08-28T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T23:42:45.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you have got to be kidding me...Ok, so I had a rather nice post about the past few days, but forget it, I went to use the spell check, and it deleted my post... ahhh!quick version: thursday = nothing, friday = my nana is awesome for buying my books for no apparent reason, today = nothing again, except I got to be a dictator and tell my brothers what to do... MUAHHAHAHA, actually we cleaned up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109375096578728491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109375096578728491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109375096578728491' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109348242093646852</id><published>2004-08-25T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T21:07:00.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tonight @ the Rock was awesome. My church has been in this series every sunday for the past month or so about spiritual warfare. It's strange, because I never really thought that I could be outspoken about anything Christian, but here lately, that's all I've been doing. I love it. I don't perceive myself as being rude, or in-your-face about it, but I've had some meaningful conversations here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109348242093646852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109348242093646852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109348242093646852' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192522.post-109340282648783506</id><published>2004-08-24T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T23:00:26.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today wasn't too bad... I got up extremely late, and I need to get up early the rest of this week if I'm gonna be in any shape for monday (ahh... monday). When I did get up, I just chilled with my brothers for a while, and we labeled all of their stuff (fun fun). Around 3, I took Josh to my aunt's house so that he could get a hair(s)cut. While I was there, I talked to my uncle Terry about school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109340282648783506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6192522/posts/default/109340282648783506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reanimated1.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109340282648783506' title=''/><author><name>Janson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460442203696159806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
