<?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-11153716</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:23:00.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life (in a nutshell)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michelleandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518491408073354724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11153716.post-111451686186327828</id><published>2005-04-26T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T05:01:01.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>andrew fulford</title><content type='html'>this post is for andrew fulford.  he drove me to school today.  and consequently, he has become my new best friend.  actually, he's sitting right beside me right now.  oh wait, he just left to go and put his cup away.  What a great guy that Fulford is.  seriously, if you get a chance, get to know this fellow.  He is a true exaple of what it looks like to strive after excellence in so many aspects.  He is a dedicated man of God and he continually strives to know more and do more for the Kingdom.  He is so smart.  like we're talkin' SO smart.  He is friendly.  never makes you feel uncomfortable or nervous.  He is always ready with a laugh.  and what a laugh at that!  Andrew Fulford is an all around guy.  Way to go Fully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i'm going to Thailand today for a month.  LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11153716-111451686186327828?l=michelleandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/111451686186327828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11153716&amp;postID=111451686186327828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111451686186327828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111451686186327828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/2005/04/andrew-fulford.html' title='andrew fulford'/><author><name>michelleandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518491408073354724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11153716.post-111357841835656026</id><published>2005-04-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:20:18.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life these days has just been cra-zy.  like, i'm talking stressed to the point of puking (litterally in my case) kind of crazy.  The good news, i got to see Jimmy Eat World and Taking Back Sunday and another really good band called The Formals or The Formats or something.  i dont know, i liked them.  they made me think of grand pm.  i went with (alphabetically) adam, darryl, jon, katie (i think that was her name...was that her name?  she was So nice and i really wish i knew her before.  or at least knew her name!), mike b, and nathan m.  we met up with tiff, nathan s and his sister emma.  i also saw a friend from high school alex coley.  she was nice. kinda funny to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went shopping for clothes for Thailand.  i spent a lot of money, but i got some really great stuff.  i ended up getting 3 pairs of capris, 4 skirts, 4 t-shirts, 1 tank top to go under shirts and 2 pairs of shoes.  lets just say, i spent about $20 on each article.  not too shabby if i do say so myself.  in fact, i'm wearing one of my outfits right now.  it's cute.  a green skirt and a brown shirt.  i think i'm going to wear another outfit to church this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before last night i only slept for kinda 3 hours.  i had a nap from 9-10:30pm and then woke up and did my paper from 10:30pm-4am.  back to bed from 4:30-6:30 and up again for school.  BRUTAL!  then i found out that the paper i stayed up working on isn't actually due till monday.  arggg!  but i guess at least it's done.  i didn't hand it in because i didn't get a chance to read over it last night and i think it's a bunch of crap so i should probably change some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i am going to sleep in until 11 and then go to the bank.  i work from 2-10 and then Jon, Adam and i are going to see Sin City i think.  i hope i'm up for it and i dont fall asleep.  oh crap, i have to pay for jon's ticket.  oh crap, i'm out of money.  oh wait....government cheques here i come.  and i have a feeling i still have a free ticket to silvercity.  awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so enough of this for now.  too bad i dont blog more, or creapy lurkers could check me out.  love you all.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11153716-111357841835656026?l=michelleandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/111357841835656026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11153716&amp;postID=111357841835656026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111357841835656026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111357841835656026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-life-these-days-has-just-been-cra.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518491408073354724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11153716.post-111132980823083495</id><published>2005-03-20T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:26:03.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a reminder</title><content type='html'>This post is actually old. i wrote it a while ago but i just stumbled across it again, and i really liked it. sometimes i'm so smart. ha ha ha. hope you enjoy it too.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord always seems to work out the greatest things at just the right time doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;actually, well, no that statement is true. but i'm realizing more and more how wishy washy we're making God seem these days. kinda like Pedro, "believe in me and all your wildest dreams will come true". which, yes, can be true. however, this is also the God who has said "if you dont believe in me, i'll flood you, locust you, burn you, kill you...etc etc". or has even been known to say "believe in me...and i'll still allow the killing of your family, the destroying of your crops and the downfall of the wellness of your health" God is no wishy washy God. He's pretty hardcore. pretty wild. pretty awesome, in the true sense of the word. He is one to fear. We've grown in this culture and time to preach of someone who is more like a rigged slot machine than a God. If you put in your twenty five cents for the week then you'll get something in return, even if it's only your twenty five cents back. I remember reading the book The Sacred Romance and i'm going through it with my cell, and this one chapter just keeps coming up in my life and through my head. The Wildness of God. Sometimes i wonder if the people who are looking at the Christians from the outside in, see or know more about God than we do. The book says that goodness does not eqate to security or safety or niceities. God is good, He is not always safe. If we knew this about the God we serve, would we still serve Him. If we knew that it wouldn't always be a fun ride or a nice time, but that it would be good because we are with the Lord? It is good because i am with the Lord. It is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11153716-111132980823083495?l=michelleandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/111132980823083495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11153716&amp;postID=111132980823083495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111132980823083495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111132980823083495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-reminder.html' title='just a reminder'/><author><name>michelleandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518491408073354724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11153716.post-111126445092827976</id><published>2005-03-19T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T12:34:10.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;10. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;12. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;13. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? Can you tell me now?15. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11153716-111126445092827976?l=michelleandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/111126445092827976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11153716&amp;postID=111126445092827976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111126445092827976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111126445092827976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/2005/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518491408073354724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11153716.post-111120724240960596</id><published>2005-03-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:41:35.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my days ahead</title><content type='html'>i really dont like to blog. honestly, i just don't have time. maybe i do like to blog and i just dont appreciate it because i always feel rushed. but i just can't make it what i want it to be (like most things in my life). i spread myself too thin and even important things get put on hold or at least they get done with little effort, producing a half-ass job (now, i'm not really saying that blogging is important...not at all...sorry!). i'm sorry to those who i've hurt with my inconsiderate "spreading-too-thin" it usually ends up affecting those around you. it has in my case. i've been a poor friend and a poor student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weeks are winding down. the end of the semester is coming closer and closer. i dont have enough time. i sometimes think about what would happen if i were diagnosed with a deadly disease or somethign where i would only have a few years if that to live. would i be doing this? would i really care that my marks are on the decline? sometimes i wish it were true. i KNOW i'd have more people at a funeral now than when/if i die later in life. i want you all to come to my funeral...even if it's in 70 years. heck, maybe i wont even have a funeral...maybe the Lord will come back first ("but not until after March Madness" -Stevie T.. Tyndale University Professor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to work tomorrow...at 7. goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11153716-111120724240960596?l=michelleandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/111120724240960596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11153716&amp;postID=111120724240960596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111120724240960596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111120724240960596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-days-ahead.html' title='my days ahead'/><author><name>michelleandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518491408073354724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11153716.post-111015871156503540</id><published>2005-03-06T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:25:11.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/3966/640/Deb.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/3966/320/Deb.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is also me.  yes...again...hot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11153716-111015871156503540?l=michelleandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/111015871156503540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11153716&amp;postID=111015871156503540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111015871156503540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111015871156503540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-also-me.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518491408073354724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11153716.post-111015862678214416</id><published>2005-03-06T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:23:46.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/3966/640/Meesh(1).jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/3966/320/Meesh(1).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me...by the way, just in case you're a lurker.  yeah, i know i'm hot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11153716-111015862678214416?l=michelleandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/111015862678214416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11153716&amp;postID=111015862678214416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111015862678214416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111015862678214416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518491408073354724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11153716.post-111015853956633620</id><published>2005-03-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:22:19.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/3966/640/ben&amp;amp;mich.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/3966/320/ben&amp;amp;mich.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much does this picture mean to me?  more than anything in the world!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11153716-111015853956633620?l=michelleandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/111015853956633620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11153716&amp;postID=111015853956633620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111015853956633620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11153716/posts/default/111015853956633620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-much-does-this-picture-mean-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>michelleandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13518491408073354724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11153716.post-110974191796800803</id><published>2005-03-01T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:38:37.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights and lost loves</title><content type='html'>tonight is one of those nights, not unlike the others, when i'm up way past when i should be in bed.  when i'm doing pointless things that aren't a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan told me that when people write about their lives it's creepy...but that's what you're kinda going to get, in a more general sense than me talking about my specifics, i want to comment on what many of us (especially those of us like myself who are singles) think about for i'd say from my own experience, 50%+of the time throughout the day.  you guessed it, love.  oh that wonderful romance that we all desire to be a part of.  yes, i know i have friends who say they dont desire it.  but i'm gonna overgeneralize and say that we all want it.  no, i'm gonna say we do...some to a more severe degree than others.  but i'm pretty sure it's put in us naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, love.  i'm learning, is way more intricate than we think.  however way more simple than we want.  think about that one for a while.  maybe it's the other way around.  maybe we want love to be intricate, but we think it's simple.  some combination of those words will come up with the right formula i do think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i gotta stop this now...i keep spelling words wrong and stuff.  but i will write more when i collect my thoughts properly...and am able to string together words properly.  i have a lot to say on the subject.  i'm actually like a professional love doctor (i was once for my youth group anyway...Dr. Love).  but seriously, having so much time to think about it and observe without actually getting involved in a real romantic relationship has taught me tons on the subject.  i do know what i'm talking about.  it also helps that i have a guy for a one of my best friends.  and that i have read books on the topic and am very interested in it indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you need is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11153716-110974191796800803?l=michelleandrea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleandrea.blogspot.com/feeds/110974191796800803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11153716&amp;postID=110974191796800803' title='2 Comments'/><link 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