<?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-2722551357713405496</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:58:17.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not Amused</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-1384204953955449268</id><published>2011-09-29T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:20:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm gonna talk about my OCD. Every day I have a routine of things that I have to do. I get obsessions and thoughts that wont go away easily. Terrible thoughts that something horrible will happen or has happened and the only way to ease my anxiety in these thoughts is through a compulsive behavior that in my mind counteracts the fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a chronic hand washer... but if I feel like my hands have been contaminated, I have to wash them before I can safely touch anything clean without feeling like I will also contaminate that. If I don't wash off the contamination, I fear I will immediately make myself ill or poison someone I love. things that contaminate my hands include anything dirty, dirty laundry, the toilet, door handle or light switch in the toilet, left over or old food, other peoples hands, feet, animals, anything oily including lotion, door handles in public places, bits of hair, dust and anything with a slightly odd smell. I wash my hands thoroughly between all my fingers, under every finger nail and briskly on the palm all the way up on the wrist. I have to use warm water and soap and dry with a clean towel or a paper towel or MY towel. If I dry anything on a towel that has a funny smell I have to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cups and silverware are a huge problem for me. Sometimes Ill go through a whole stack of spoons just to find one that I feel is not contaminated. Its contaminated if there is a bit of food on it, if it has touched a counter that isn't clean, if its got a fingerprint or a smudge, rust or even if its shaped funny sometimes. With a cup I routinely have to choose my cup with a ritual. I grab a cup and look inside it to make sure there's no hairs, dust or food particles visible. Then I smell the inside of the cup, blow in it and smell it again to make sure it doesn't smell funny or soapy. Then I blow in the cup again and look at it under the light so that the fog from my breath makes enough condensation to see if there are any hidden water spots or fingerprints I have looked over. If it clears these tests, I can safely use the cup. This does not apply to plastic disposable cups or silverware, I can use those without checking them. If I have to rinse one out, I have to rinse thoroughly for a couple minutes until I feel it squeaky with no particles whatsoever on my fingers. When I dry it off I have to use a clean towel that has no funny scent and doesn't leave fuzz on the cup. I cant dry off the inside of the cup, so I tip the water out and shake as much of the tap water out of the cup as I humanly can. And I double check it again right before I use it. Paper towels are the least contaminated. Regular towels are dangerous and usually contaminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant eat food that has anything weird on it. If it has a taste or texture I don't like, if I think its gone off, if I find a hair in it. It cant touch the counter or anywhere contaminated or I cannot eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing in the shower is another issue for me. People wonder why it takes me forever in the shower... nasty people have even speculated that I do nasty things in there because I'm in there for so long. They don't understand the gravity of the ritual I have to clean myself in. Whenever I wash my hair I have to make sure I get the entire scalp with a fully lather-able amount of shampoo, and scratch the surface of the scalp to remove every bit of dead skin and oil possible. This process can take awhile. I have to rinse my hair until it feels absolutely squeaky and soap less and I am able to ensure myself there is no oil left in the hair or on the scalp. If I feel oil, I must shampoo again and rinse again. Conditioner has to be completely rinsed out with no sign of the slimy feeling left in the hair, again it must be squeaky feeling and not at all oily. When I was my body I have to use a soap that has no oil base and can be entirely washed squeaky clean off of me and I pay special attention to my neck, back and chest where I feel it can get most oily. I wash my face with the same kind of soap in the same way, exfoliating the skin in little circles with my fingernails with special attention on my forehead, scalp line, nose and chin where the oil is the worst. I again have to rinse it off squeaky clean and if I still feel oil, I have to rewash it. If I don't have the right soap for my face, I use toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushing my teeth I have to get ever crevice for several minutes to make sure to remove every scrap of plaque possible. I also HAVE to brush my tongue completely clean and sometimes the toothbrush makes me nearly vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a shower I cant wear clothes that have been worn. They must be clean fresh clothes or Ill have to shower again because the dirty clothing will contaminate me, even if I only previously wore them for only a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I put my feet on any furniture I have to wipe the bottom of them so I don't bring crumbs or dirt to where I'm relaxing. Otherwise Ill contaminate the area and Ill have to clean it off before I can be comfortable relaxing. I cant relax also if there are things in shopping bags unpacked, things not put away or my area is crowded with clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at another persons house will freak me out. I'm afraid of their things and I try to not do anything without being asked, and will wait for an offer before I do/eat/use anything, even if its making me uncomfortable and sick. I have gone really low blood sugar at peoples house to the point of nearly fainting, without asking for food or a drink sometimes. Ill give myself an annurism trying to hold pee before Ill make myself use a public toilet and I have to squat and not touch the seat and choose a toilet that looks clean and flushed before Ill even attempt to go and I have to scrub my hands to death afterward and cant touch the door handle without a paper towel. The public restrooms with blowers instead of paper towels are really difficult to get out of. I also cant touch doors and things in hospitals or clinics, or at the pharmacy. Shopping carts are also very contaminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I smoked, I had to blow on the end of my cigarette after lighting it to make sure its fully lit. I cant allow anyone else to light my cigarette for me because they will do it wrong and Ill have to relight the fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant drink after people or eat after people. They backwash and leave things floating in their drink. I never leave anything floating in my drink. I cant have a bite of their food because they slobbered on their fork and it is therefore contaminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When driving, if I hit a speed bump, I will occasionally convince myself that I have run someone over and have to circle the block a few times to triple check that it was a bump and not a human. When I lock my car I have to lock it three times and check the handle to make sure it worked, or I believe clowns (literal circus clowns) will come and steal my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to drink coffee every day or I feel depressed and incomplete. I always have to know where my spouse is or I get scared that they are being hurt or dying alone and I panic and sometimes start crying. If the news says something happened somewhere near someone I care about, I have to follow the news until all victims are identified and I have to contact loved ones and check on them until I know they are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This and much much more. But those are the main ones that interfere with my life :P This concludes todays thing Im not amused with. -HK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-1384204953955449268?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/1384204953955449268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/09/ocd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/1384204953955449268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/1384204953955449268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/09/ocd.html' title='OCD!'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-7150367018737439554</id><published>2011-09-27T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T05:05:17.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu</title><content type='html'>Its bee like 3 mos. since I last posted anything here. Guess I was busy or tired or bored of blogging. A few new things, Im in my third trimester now, still waiting on baby. Its getting big. Im pretty convinced its a boy, but we'll see. We dont have everything ready yet but working on it. Ive gotten a few really lovely gifts from family, mostly baby clothes. Lovey and I found an adorable superman onesie with a detachable cape and had to have it! We were thinking what if its a girl? But it was decided that even a girl can wear a superman costume. Maybe I can find a cut little blue baby skirt to go over it for a girl... either way, its fricken adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a nice stroller, four wheels cause I cant stand the look of the new jogger ones. We got it for $50. Its gently used, nice, and after washing the dust off the interior of it its really clean and perfect. I didnt want to have anyone spending $300 on something baby grows out of in a short time. Were doing the same thing with the car seat. $55 and we can pick it up this week. Im hoping its in just as nice condition as the stroller. Of course I made sure it was never in any accidents as well and not broken at all. I dont anticipate being in the car all that often though, as we usually ride the bus and Ill want to do alot of walking to lose the weight after the baby arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my symptoms, not much has changed lately. Lovey had high blood pressure for a minute but the doctor is fixing him all up. Ive been swiping his t-shirts cause my clothes have stopped looking flattering on my big tummy. Everyone on my facebook wants to see pics of me pregnant and ugh! I feel awkward being looked at so I havent posted any yet. Just waiting on bub now... only a couple months left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the world is suppose to end next month again. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my boring update... -HK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-7150367018737439554?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/7150367018737439554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/7150367018737439554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/7150367018737439554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-5366051102834822905</id><published>2011-06-19T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:39:25.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eclipse</title><content type='html'>I went outside when the eclipse was happening, but there was a layer of overcast on top of it :P So the few pics I got sucked mostly but a couple were interesting enough to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1DxL2XqCEU/Tf6xkR9hnrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/q7ZIF5-2TOM/s1600/S5030004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1DxL2XqCEU/Tf6xkR9hnrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/q7ZIF5-2TOM/s320/S5030004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620124621859823282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBGzRUeADz4/Tf6xkH28t2I/AAAAAAAAAt4/G8u_kLx5q0M/s1600/S5030002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBGzRUeADz4/Tf6xkH28t2I/AAAAAAAAAt4/G8u_kLx5q0M/s320/S5030002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620124619147884386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im weak though lol... and went back inside cause it was so cold out... and in the kitchen, the camera got a little light show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7P6bFm3Qn8/Tf6xkmgZ40I/AAAAAAAAAuI/tEluqcTOCsg/s1600/S5030011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7P6bFm3Qn8/Tf6xkmgZ40I/AAAAAAAAAuI/tEluqcTOCsg/s320/S5030011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620124627374826306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mr. Meow Meow Robert kitty was following us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17MicRisLSs/Tf6xkxlyUAI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/EuXR7jPVhEc/s1600/S5030018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17MicRisLSs/Tf6xkxlyUAI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/EuXR7jPVhEc/s320/S5030018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620124630350188546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short post I know lol. Lifes amazing fun. see you again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-5366051102834822905?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/5366051102834822905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/5366051102834822905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/5366051102834822905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/eclipse.html' title='eclipse'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1DxL2XqCEU/Tf6xkR9hnrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/q7ZIF5-2TOM/s72-c/S5030004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-12491239519230565</id><published>2011-06-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:07:02.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between God, Satan and science</title><content type='html'>Over tea (dinner) tonight, a discussion came to life about religion and other interesting things. My lovey showed me a very interesting Youtube video called the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01rAh6nbbS0"&gt;unfunny truth about Scientology&lt;/a&gt;. I always knew they were quite a bit off, via Tom Cruise vs. Oprah's poor couch. But I had no idea they were a dangerous cult that sucks people dry of their munnies and lets them rot and die. My mom was reading L. Ron Hubbard's dianetics books for awhile there and even though shes been a little off, while reading those books she seemed to me to be more cuckoo than ever. I'm glad she stopped, even if it means shes now a Jehovah's Witness. I think Scientologists are even more shady than actual real Satanists. Ive read some of the Satanic Bible by Anton Lavey and the rules for Satanism are seemingly much more humane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDKNGhcM2r4/TfjJomCI2pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wvISY49tUk4/s1600/lavey_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDKNGhcM2r4/TfjJomCI2pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wvISY49tUk4/s320/lavey_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618462234386160274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancy myself a bit of 3 things... I was raised Irish Catholic and have a deep rooted feeling that there is some kind of higher power or deity, but in no way do I believe God is Catholic lol. Im also a firm believer in some of the rules of Satanism. I mean really, being completely self sacrificing in this generation will get you nowhere but miserable, used and wiped out. So yeah you have to get what you want and need, even if it means that sometimes someone isn't going to be too happy with you. But, that doesn't mean taking advantage of weak people, it just means you fight harder against strong people in the world of capitalism. Third, I believe in science. I have no idea weather we were created intelligently or evolved but, I like things to be proved to me before I believe them and I really hate all the hype about predictions and all the fear and intimidation that goes into religious belief. I mean really, would a loving God really allow so much suffering? Its just so strange to me. So I guess I'm all 3, believer, Satanist and atheist at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this mentioned we searched up 2012 too, and I found an interesting point, if lining up with the milky way was so dangerous, wouldn't the other planets in our solar system experience wicked polar flips and Armageddons when they themselves line up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCN-BZHQnDI/TfjJozQ_S4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/Zpvsjsjx4hU/s1600/solar_system.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCN-BZHQnDI/TfjJozQ_S4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/Zpvsjsjx4hU/s320/solar_system.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618462237938109314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Brother Harold Camping that predicted the rapture last month... did you all hear, he has suffered a mild stroke that left his speach messed up just 19 days after his prediction flopped! WOW I couldnt believe when I heard that. His failed prediction must have had a bad effect on his health.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHNSrJxmSyY/TfjJoT2_TrI/AAAAAAAAAsw/c_EltTb7CgU/s1600/camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHNSrJxmSyY/TfjJoT2_TrI/AAAAAAAAAsw/c_EltTb7CgU/s320/camping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618462229507559090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I found out tonight, or rather tomorrow early in the morning, there will be a lunar eclipse visable from all over Australia! How exciting! I might have to take some pics or something to share if I dont puss out cause its so cold lol. And speaking of puss....... lol...... the cat is really loving our bed lately. I go away and come back and hes stretched out sleeping in the middle of the blankets and pillows all comfy cozy Delighted to be there. Makes me laugh every time. Cute little bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJIzA3IYx6M/TfjGxyo7wVI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9niX4kiYd8I/s1600/S5030003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJIzA3IYx6M/TfjGxyo7wVI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9niX4kiYd8I/s320/S5030003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618459093854044498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iL9Pb9BZo/TfjGyGJOsmI/AAAAAAAAAso/2pWwMPgMV_k/s1600/S5030008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iL9Pb9BZo/TfjGyGJOsmI/AAAAAAAAAso/2pWwMPgMV_k/s320/S5030008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618459099089777250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some WOW with lovey, See you all real soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-12491239519230565?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/12491239519230565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/between-god-satan-and-science.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/12491239519230565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/12491239519230565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/between-god-satan-and-science.html' title='Between God, Satan and science'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDKNGhcM2r4/TfjJomCI2pI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wvISY49tUk4/s72-c/lavey_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-1819675654628669584</id><published>2011-06-14T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:56:55.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World of fricken Warcraft!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqlpziwpR6I/TfciS9RNreI/AAAAAAAAAsY/eDpx8twQy08/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqlpziwpR6I/TfciS9RNreI/AAAAAAAAAsY/eDpx8twQy08/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617996769247735266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD!! Its been like a couple of months I havent played WOW because loveys computer went fail... we thought it was the motherboard but it was just a ram issue. All that time it was such an easy fix and we had no idea! We were looking for a whole new computer for him. Still might though cause he really wants Intel i5. Me, I'm good with my shit lil Acer notebook. I love this damn thing lol. It does what I need it to do. Plays my favorite game, World of Warcraft, gets on the internet, the facebook lol, checks my email and news, if there's been earthquakes, searches for information for new mommy stuff. You know... and it plays videos for me so Im good. If the screens too small we just hook it up to loveys monitor cause hes hooked his PC to the big ass&lt;br /&gt;t.v. hes got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, enough about that. I'm feeling really content today, even with all the things I have to worry about, and I mean really hard core troubling things lol! The shit I'm in is intense! And its going to be a real challenge to keep my life from falling apart... I mean like one thing goes wrong and this happiness will be over type of trouble I'm in. But despite all that, I do feel really happy. I feel like I'm not reminded of my issues as much as I have been, like I'm feeling more like I have a place I belong and I'm safe and don't have to be upset about the things in the past because I'm in a place where its really safe to move on. The trouble sometimes is that I'm so worried Ill end up back where I was, cause its so easy to get this all taken away from me, that things come back up for me when I'm afraid Ill lose what I have here. If that makes sense..... I talk in riddles cause I cant tell anyone whats really going on. I have to protect my secrets for a while longer, until I get it all sorted out... then for sure Ill be talking all about it on my blog lol! Blogging is wonderful therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then I hope your all doing well too! Its tea time here (dinner for my American friends) so Im off, and then to play my belovedWorld of Warcraft with lovey :) We have matching Tauren Paladins lol! But my Tauren is black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-1819675654628669584?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/1819675654628669584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/world-of-fricken-warcraft.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/1819675654628669584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/1819675654628669584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/world-of-fricken-warcraft.html' title='World of fricken Warcraft!!'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqlpziwpR6I/TfciS9RNreI/AAAAAAAAAsY/eDpx8twQy08/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-1710549541625373979</id><published>2011-06-08T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T05:40:17.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek totally amuses me</title><content type='html'>Which is super strange because I remember up to a couple of years ago, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt; HATED that damn show. My mother loved that show when I was a kid and watched it to no end. Like clockwork all the time every night Star Trek Star Trek Star Trek. I started making lyrics to the theme song that insult the characters on the show. A couple of years ago though, something clicked. One day I just watched an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt; of the next generation and I loved it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get enough. I would go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; to watch it and started referring to Commander &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Riker&lt;/span&gt; as "Beard". I love captain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Picard&lt;/span&gt;, and now Kirk as well. Leonard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nimoy&lt;/span&gt; is amazing! Spock is the best ever Vulcan.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaJtfnkrMt0/Te9teEYwoUI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GwlRDgmzmDM/s1600/enterprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaJtfnkrMt0/Te9teEYwoUI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GwlRDgmzmDM/s320/enterprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615827623695393090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me seriously? How the hell did I become a Trekkie? Its so strange. Now Matty loves the original series of Star Trek and we have been watching that here and there. He also showed me the movie, the one from 2009 I think it was. I loved it so much. ridiculous! My mom is probably shaking her head at her computer screen to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; Star Trek videos I share on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and saying "I told you it was awesome". I totally want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cosplay&lt;/span&gt; a Star Trek character. That would be epic fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an awesome fan made Captain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Picard&lt;/span&gt; song remix I found today, its awesome! Check it out if you feel inclined to, either way...... Live Long and Prosper! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2u11CSLcrs&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-1710549541625373979?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/1710549541625373979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/star-trek-totally-amuses-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/1710549541625373979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/1710549541625373979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/star-trek-totally-amuses-me.html' title='Star Trek totally amuses me'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaJtfnkrMt0/Te9teEYwoUI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GwlRDgmzmDM/s72-c/enterprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-5464945849092484397</id><published>2011-06-06T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:29:48.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy stuff...</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to think anymore. I feel strange saying that Ill be a mom. Its new and weird to me, especially when it surfaces so many of my own old issues and resentments toward my own family. This whole experience so far is alien and foreign to me... no pun intended considering I'm in a foreign country. So many things to deal with, get used to and consider. That's not easy for any new parent, but those of you who know about my current situation and the challenges I'm facing with this secret problem I have, know that its even more of a challenge for me than just simply becoming a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I am constantly worried and full of what ifs and cant get to sleep at night like usual. I have severe psychological issues that I don't want effecting my child, but how do I deal with myself and get past those things so I can be a good parent? I don't know, lol, I walk into this like most everyone else... blinded and naive. Not to go all cliche, but new babies don't come with a manual. You have to figure it out as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really lucky to have such a supportive man in my life. He doesent get angry at me for the problems I have. He listens to me, and helps with whatever he can help with. Hes the bestest friend Ive ever had. Im lucky to have survived my own families bullshit and at least become a descent person with morals and boundaries that differ greatly from thiers. When your raised the way I was you turn out one of two ways: you end up just like your parents, or... like me, your the complete oposite of them. Im happy to be so different from my parents. Im alot like my siblings though it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest problems Ive had in the last 11 years has been getting to the next level of healing. When I was a teenager and in foster care, I went through lots of therapy and counseling. Even though most of the time I was an uncooperative teenage brat, Therapists got me talking about my issues. Before therapy I kept it all in till I did terrible things to myself trying to relieve my aggression or sadness. But once therapy got me talking about what happened, I couldn't shut up about it. I always tell people what happened. But that's where I'm stuck. I can talk about it now but talking isn't helping anymore. Whats next in the healing process? I'm clueless. At almost 18 years old, I got released from the states custody and lost access to the care I was getting. I wasn't ready for the next step yet. Now that I'm ready, I have no access to therapy or counseling and have to figure it out myself... but what is the next step? What am I missing? What do I do to feel liberated from the problems I'm so willing to talk about? What do I do to stop the emotions and fears from effecting my daily life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows, please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry I don't blog often lately, poor Matty got a cold and I have been feeling shetty as well so I just haven't got off my lazy bum to do anything lol. I just lay here and play games on DS and watch Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live long and prosper,&lt;br /&gt;Kass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-5464945849092484397?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/5464945849092484397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommy-stuff.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/5464945849092484397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/5464945849092484397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommy-stuff.html' title='Mommy stuff...'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-417793522862216607</id><published>2011-05-29T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:12:03.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear child that I am growing</title><content type='html'>The world is a big scary difficult place and its my job to protect you and teach you how to live in it. I promise I will do the best I can, and not mean that half heartedly. You'll never have to grow up thinking your unloved, unwanted or unplanned. Ill never do drugs and get you taken away by child protective services to live with strangers. You'll never have to sleep in a shed in the snow or an abandoned house. You'll know exactly who your father is and that he loves you very much. You'll never be without care and family. You wont go to seven schools in one year and be yelled at because your grades aren't perfect like your cousin Alicia's. And nobody will hit you and traumatize you or Ill kill them and never have them around ever again. I promise that lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-417793522862216607?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/417793522862216607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-child-that-i-am-growing.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/417793522862216607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/417793522862216607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-child-that-i-am-growing.html' title='Dear child that I am growing'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-4025534480098091141</id><published>2011-05-24T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T04:23:27.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things we are not currently amused with</title><content type='html'>1. Android Pendo Pad: our power connector is faulty. Its the companies fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Harold Camping: he hasn't issued a statement since his prediction failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Vanilla ice cream in Australia: its too vanillaey like taste gross (Matty likes it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dexter season 3: Its kinda boring compared to the last 2 seasons, but I gotta watch to keep with the story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The cat: he wants to eat every 5 minutes, wont shut up till you feed him, then proceeds to puke it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-4025534480098091141?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/4025534480098091141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-things-we-are-not-currently-amused.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/4025534480098091141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/4025534480098091141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-things-we-are-not-currently-amused.html' title='5 things we are not currently amused with'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-8142123812115434647</id><published>2011-05-22T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:24:18.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Journal</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream this morning. I was standing in a field with some friends and their parents. I don't specifically remember who they are, just that they were friends. I was kind of far off from them walking around enjoying the scenery, when suddenly there started a massive lightening storm in the field. There was lightening striking all around me and I was blinded by its light and deafened by its sound. I was trying to find my friends but every time I could open my eyes one of them had disappeared into safety, out of the field. I was running toward them, but they had all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only option was to run toward the outskirts of the field, hoping to find shelter and not get struck by the lightening on the way out. I was scared and in imminent danger, running and panting, trying to dodge strikes and get anywhere. As I ran I saw myself in the second person, and helping myself, I placed small animals in my path to suck the life blood out of for the energy to keep running. Specifically these animals were small boars. Before I could get myself out of this field, I woke to the sound of the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to dissect my dreams looking for meaning, but this dream didn't confuse me. I knew exactly what it meant. It was what Ive been telling myself for awhile, nagging at myself really. I define it as a picture of how I feel. I'm far from the people I'm with everyday, and wanting to run closer to the safety of company but I'm too far away and the danger is too thick to get to them before they disappear. I cant run to them because I have to go the other way, I cant go where they are, I'm not allowed and the danger wont allow it. Instead I'm running toward a place of alonness and fear of being alone. I have to in order to avoid danger, but I don't know what danger I'm running toward in the process. I only know that I'm there, putting the things I need in my own path, when I'm able to, to keep myself running toward safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most disturbing feeling for me within the dream is remembering that I feel like I have no family. No safety of parents, siblings or sense of belonging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate that I remember my dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-8142123812115434647?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/8142123812115434647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-journal.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/8142123812115434647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/8142123812115434647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-journal.html' title='Dream Journal'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-3321688795798793531</id><published>2011-05-22T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T08:22:21.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy end of the world...</title><content type='html'>How was your rapture day? Mine was nice. I did what I always do. Spent time with my lovey, watched some shows, played some Sudoku. As predicted by intelligent, common sense ridden people of the world, nothing out of the ordinary took place. Except this morning, the wicked sound of heavy mega rain woke me up when it started pounding the roof. I jumped up said whoa Its pouring,  saw some lightening, did a Facebook status, checked the USGS for earthquakes, found nothing, went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about BIG ass chocolate cake and other awesome goodies lol. Makes me want so much chocolate stuff... but not plain chocolate. I want like rocky road ice cream and that. Cherry pie sounds so good too right now lol. Must be the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so curious to know what Harold Camping and family radios reaction will be to the no rapture thing... They haven't made a statement or anything yet. Hopefully all these stupid people will take it as a wake up call to stop following cultists who predict things. *sigh* I remember when my mom had us in a church like that. There was a bar next door and the pastor kept saying that God was going to come break the wall down to the bar and make that whole building his church house. What a freak that pastor was. They were the kind that believe in being slain in the spirit, when the pastor prays in tongues and touches your head and shakes you to death till you fall back on the ground and your suppose to lay there and sob and pray in tongues. It was a silly place. I'm really glad its over, just wish I could get rid of the memory... along with many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to making new memories :) If you can, drink a shot for me... I cant drink for another 6 months.  If your drinking a 40, poor some out for Harry Potters parents. Consider this Sunday a new beginning. Go have an AWESOME life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-3321688795798793531?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/3321688795798793531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-end-of-world.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/3321688795798793531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/3321688795798793531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-end-of-world.html' title='Happy end of the world...'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-9148915958468426749</id><published>2011-05-19T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:35:28.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will they do Sunday morning?</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of time, there have been predictions about the end of the world. And now in just 1 or 2 days (depending on where you live), christian group Family Radio says the end of the world is guaranteed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTsUl3jK7d8/TdX3cEcFlbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KK1ItMV_AIY/s1600/BillboardJesusSecondComing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTsUl3jK7d8/TdX3cEcFlbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KK1ItMV_AIY/s320/BillboardJesusSecondComing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608660972559766962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're pushing their message via radio, traveling caravan, passing out pamphlets and putting up billboards all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTsUl3jK7d8/TdX3cEcFlbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KK1ItMV_AIY/s1600/BillboardJesusSecondComing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Family Radio representative said a group of vehicles  has been traveling from California making stops along the way,  specifically to college campuses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“We want to let the students know there is no future for them, God commands us to warn the world, three times in the  book of Ezekiel … The believers will be called up. They’re not going to  experience what will be happening here on Earth.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So basically they're telling people to quit life and do nothing but cry out to God for mercy. They have some people so frantically fearful, they don't know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One woman called Camping on his radio show open forum and said she was so very nervous about the end of the world, so afraid of May 21st, maybe she should kill herself. Camping offered no words of comfort, simply saying " Why ask me what you should do? I don’t know,  Why not cry out to God, you should be crying out  to God that you are chosen for May 21…You still have time left to cry  out to God before May 21."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He then ended the call, taking the next caller. I wonder if that girl is still alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DS2x7ZB1G8w/TdX3TpcgnhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/05WO0kUTw9I/s1600/Project%2BCaravan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DS2x7ZB1G8w/TdX3TpcgnhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/05WO0kUTw9I/s320/Project%2BCaravan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608660827874827794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But do they know anything about the man they are listening to? Are they aware they are being brainwashed by someone who predicted the end once before, in 1994?  It was suppose to happen in September on either the 4th or the 6th in 1994 and when nothing happened, Camping said its because he made a mathematical error. So This time with so many fearful naive people believing it will happen in just 2 days, what will they do when it doesent? Some people have quit their whole lives to follow Campings current prediction. Will they go back to those lives? Will they end their life? Will they stop believing in a God? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kt6eUuGWm0Y/TdX2r521xbI/AAAAAAAAArk/_hF_hWGU1bc/s1600/275px-Harold_Camping_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kt6eUuGWm0Y/TdX2r521xbI/AAAAAAAAArk/_hF_hWGU1bc/s320/275px-Harold_Camping_2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608660145085466034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This 90 year old false profit has most of the population in California worked up about this. On top of all hes saying, he also claims God has only chosen a tiny 3% of the worlds population to be saved from the rapture. That basically means, all these people, are going to burn in hell after tomorrow. No wonder they're calling up saying they should kill themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Truth is, it wont happen. This man is a liar. He cant see the future or predict Armageddon by adding up numbers in bible codes. Hes a corporation. He makes money entertaining people, which is all religion has sadly become, ENTERTAINMENT. These broadcasts should have to come with a warning like the psychic commercials. In 2 days time, we will all be laughing at him... and hopefully not mourning the suicide deaths he might be causing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-9148915958468426749?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/9148915958468426749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-will-they-do-sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/9148915958468426749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/9148915958468426749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-will-they-do-sunday-morning.html' title='What will they do Sunday morning?'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTsUl3jK7d8/TdX3cEcFlbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KK1ItMV_AIY/s72-c/BillboardJesusSecondComing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-4248496610388408713</id><published>2011-05-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:36:10.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus coming back...</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Check out these billboards in California from Family Radio that claim Christ will return in the next couple days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVjNkAHLP8o/TdSd4GfZnqI/AAAAAAAAArE/IU_QnC487j0/s1600/BillboardJesusSecondComing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVjNkAHLP8o/TdSd4GfZnqI/AAAAAAAAArE/IU_QnC487j0/s320/BillboardJesusSecondComing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608281023123660450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkHsTB9PcbA/TdSd4eaMqxI/AAAAAAAAArM/uEhainjUii4/s1600/familyradio_billboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkHsTB9PcbA/TdSd4eaMqxI/AAAAAAAAArM/uEhainjUii4/s320/familyradio_billboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608281029544291090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEp0H03fPVg/TdSd4tW528I/AAAAAAAAArU/sWCybTlfqLk/s1600/FamilyRadioBillboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEp0H03fPVg/TdSd4tW528I/AAAAAAAAArU/sWCybTlfqLk/s320/FamilyRadioBillboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608281033557007298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opinions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-4248496610388408713?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/4248496610388408713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/jesus-coming-back.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/4248496610388408713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/4248496610388408713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/jesus-coming-back.html' title='Jesus coming back...'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVjNkAHLP8o/TdSd4GfZnqI/AAAAAAAAArE/IU_QnC487j0/s72-c/BillboardJesusSecondComing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-7345184863648067515</id><published>2011-05-18T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T05:36:13.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look</title><content type='html'>Here is some shiny sparkly crap I made... I made the mushrooms out of champaigne corks and took 2 photos in the lawn one day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dSP109Z55FI/TdO8FxxLS_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/htu5m-sRUY8/s1600/shroomfairies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dSP109Z55FI/TdO8FxxLS_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/htu5m-sRUY8/s320/shroomfairies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608032768451365874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lawn is actually crab grass and isnt very green at all. I also made this tree out of some wire and stuff. It looks all magical and shit because I photoshopped it. But seriously I suck at photoshop. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPVve408TTE/TdO8GAkcIEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sANgb_OWqb4/s1600/shroomtreefairies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPVve408TTE/TdO8GAkcIEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sANgb_OWqb4/s320/shroomtreefairies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608032772424474690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like things that are shiny...... might be because Im a girl. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I make sandwiches and they taste good. So shhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-7345184863648067515?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/7345184863648067515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/look.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/7345184863648067515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/7345184863648067515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/look.html' title='Look'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dSP109Z55FI/TdO8FxxLS_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/htu5m-sRUY8/s72-c/shroomfairies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-3513534348316309066</id><published>2011-05-16T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:07:29.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi followers, check out &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/mangamania.com.au"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/mangamania.com.au&lt;/a&gt;   there friends of mine and if your from Australia go visit them,  Awesome  merchandise, from plushies to manga they have you covered :) so  check  them out peeps, if your not from Aust you can still become a fan  and share your love for Anime/Manga, They're trying to reach 1200 fans,  so help them out guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Kassi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-3513534348316309066?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/3513534348316309066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi-followers-check-out-httpswww.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/3513534348316309066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/3513534348316309066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi-followers-check-out-httpswww.html' title=''/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-1270341823163636172</id><published>2011-05-14T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:21:24.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It would be fun to have a robot</title><content type='html'>Yes a robot. Not like one of those lame 1980's toy robots but more like C3po from Star Wars or Data from Star Trek. Why do I want a robot? Good question. Like many people I would sometimes selfishly tell it do stuff that I don't feel like doing, but that's not the only real benefit to your own human like android. My reasoning is mental. It would be way awesome to have someone feelingless to rant to when stress gets too high and get back only logical non-biased advice. Also if you like start to cry when your talking to it... lol... it wont laugh at you, tell you to stop whining or call you a pussy. And you wont ever seem repetatively bitchy. Hey sometimes a girls got to vent. I want an Asimo from Honda. What would you do if you had a robot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7GW_tEm_Upk/Tc9wvFy6FRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Z0wq2bUZDDI/s1600/honda_asimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7GW_tEm_Upk/Tc9wvFy6FRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Z0wq2bUZDDI/s320/honda_asimo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606824015411418386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had bad insomnia lately. Forums say its normal in pregnancy to experience difficulty sleeping, but as usual I just think its stress. more on that when I can actually talk about this stuff lol. say the next couple of months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess today Im not amused with insomnia lolol. but Im totally interested in human like androids. Hopefully they dont take over and kill us all though like in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to follow my blog by clicking follow on the lower right side of the screen ---&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leave a comment :) I love comments. If you have a blog you'd like me to follow leave me the address in your comment and Ill check you out. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-1270341823163636172?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/1270341823163636172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-would-be-fun-to-have-robot.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/1270341823163636172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/1270341823163636172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-would-be-fun-to-have-robot.html' title='It would be fun to have a robot'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7GW_tEm_Upk/Tc9wvFy6FRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Z0wq2bUZDDI/s72-c/honda_asimo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722551357713405496.post-5909652819973594145</id><published>2011-05-14T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:10:25.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the future</title><content type='html'>Did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;I havent blogged in awhile. Ive been in the future. A day ahead to be exact. I would love to stay here in the future, but responsibility dictates Ill be leaving in the next couple of months. I could be leaving one of two ways, the way I came, or if things dont work out, in a bad vortex of trouble. I cant explain yet so youll have to stay tuned to my blog until Im able to from the presence. Anyway, its not the time machine at fault, its the laws here in the future and how I'm able to work with them that controls the manner by which my departure takes place, and when. Ive been in contact with my family in the present through a lake house mailbox (sort of facebook) and my sister is trying to find a way to help me return safely.&lt;br /&gt;I would have returned on the planned date before I gained all these consequences to face but personal matters in life prevented my compliance as they don't always conform to original intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who insist their life was planned and executed according to plan perfectly, is a nut job and should have their head removed. Show me someone who's life has been planned out to the last detail and never have they derailed from said plan and have been able to comply perfectly despite matters of the heart, moral, financial hardship, emergency and the non compliance of people, establishments and organizations and Ill eat my shoe (I don't have a hat). Nobodies life runs flawless in perfect detail.&lt;br /&gt;We are not amused by people who insist otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do more of whatever it is I do. Wish me luck. Have a lovely evening/morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722551357713405496-5909652819973594145?l=hurricanekassi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/feeds/5909652819973594145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-future.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/5909652819973594145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722551357713405496/posts/default/5909652819973594145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricanekassi.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the future'/><author><name>HurricaneKassi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17199508383156104448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw16Cg78lzA/Tc4EpYeHGNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9I2XYmlavz8/s220/367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
