<?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-15431779</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:30:38.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTELLIGENCE isent for everyone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaitymariee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15431779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaitymariee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kaiTyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352469674873081131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/7368/320/2004_0706kaiit0003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15431779.post-112572138387594664</id><published>2005-09-02T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:23:03.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres got to be more to life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This summer I found myself ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Theres got to be more to life, then chasinq down every temparary high."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This past year ive been desperately trying to find myself. And trying to find pure happiness.  Ive tried so many differnt things to make me happy; drugs,drinkinq &amp; so on.  Yeah i was happy for those few hours or so, but then id come down from my high &amp; feel like crapp again. This summer I went on a mission trip to philadelphia I spent my days playing with children in a park, &amp;amp; nights attendinq worship, this is the week I found myself, I found everythinq I was lookinq  for. I realized Drugs werent goinq to make me happy boys, or friends wouldnt make me truely happy I had no secure happiness in anythinq. Untill i found God. My whole life ive attended church every sunday. I would say I was a christian if people asked what my "religon" was. but i never really cared I went to church cause it made my mother happy. But during that week in Philly i realized  God true happiness! I no longer have a " Religon" i have a RELATIONASHIP with God. Hes totally turned my life around, Yeah bad things are goinq to happen to you. that I can promise you. But I can also promise God will NEVER give you anythinq you cant handle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15431779-112572138387594664?l=kaitymariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaitymariee.blogspot.com/feeds/112572138387594664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15431779&amp;postID=112572138387594664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15431779/posts/default/112572138387594664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15431779/posts/default/112572138387594664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaitymariee.blogspot.com/2005/09/theres-got-to-be-more-to-life.html' title='Theres got to be more to life.'/><author><name>kaiTyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352469674873081131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/7368/320/2004_0706kaiit0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15431779.post-112407501576663148</id><published>2005-08-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:30:58.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghetto Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This past week my church has be havinq a thinq for the youth called youth niversity .. each day we go to another church members house and we eat, play games and have a devotion. Well fridayy the last day we went to my youth pastor Josh`s house. Josh has an extremely cute house very nicely decorated. Well after we finished eatinq a few of us went down stairs and entered "Joshland". Now Josh is a 33 year old man but he has the mind set of a 7 year old boy. Anyways .. I was sittinq next to Josh on his sofa when i noticed this pillow this was not an attractive pillow .. it was a green fleece pillow. it kinda looks like the ones you make in sewinq class in school. accept it looked like the person that made it was blind folded. And beinq the stupid person that I am i commented on the pillow .. the converstation went alittle like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Josh,Gabe&amp;amp;Jessica had just finished a convo about a blanket that Joshes mom had made 4 him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Who made this pillow .. It looks kinda Ghetto ..&lt;br /&gt;Josh: GHETTO ?!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes Ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Someone gave me that pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Me: They must not have liked you too much cus its the ugliest thinq ive ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after that sent. i got a lil thinq called a "smack down" thats whenever you do somethinq that Josh doesnt approve of he attacks you. It just happens i got beat with a pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15431779-112407501576663148?l=kaitymariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaitymariee.blogspot.com/feeds/112407501576663148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15431779&amp;postID=112407501576663148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15431779/posts/default/112407501576663148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15431779/posts/default/112407501576663148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaitymariee.blogspot.com/2005/08/ghetto-pillow.html' title='The Ghetto Pillow'/><author><name>kaiTyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352469674873081131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/7368/320/2004_0706kaiit0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15431779.post-112407997169900659</id><published>2005-08-14T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:28:50.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just ingnorence ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;this is just plain ignorence.. todayy it was extremely hot outside. And since it was hott people had their air conditioners on. And its just my luck that the power goes out. So we call the power company around 5;30 they say "okay were sendinq someone out." 4 hours later someone arrives .. ( im in an extremely badd mood. cause its hott im sweatinq all over the place and thats just gross ) so the stupid mann saysz are you guys the people without power ( the whole neighborhood is pitch black and all the people are walkinq around with flash lights ) yes of course the power is out moron. anyways .. so he climbs up the telephone pole. he looks around with a confused look on his face. climbs down makes a phone call. a few minutes later he walks over to us and says i cant do anythinq right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazee neighbor : WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT DO ANYTHING .. WE'VE BEEN WAITING 4 HOURS AND YOUR NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHINGG ??&lt;br /&gt;electric man: Your cable box is old. i only have tools for the new one&lt;br /&gt;me: how come we dont have a new one ?&lt;br /&gt;my mom: can you get tools to fix it ?&lt;br /&gt;electric man: Your box is dangerous it contains cancerous oils. and do you see that red light that means its overfilled. it could explode in the near future&lt;br /&gt;me: that light has been on since as long as i can remember&lt;br /&gt;crazee neighbor: I KNEW IT! i called you people wen i first moved in. you told me i was crazee! we could all get cancer cause of you stupid people&lt;br /&gt;me: CANCER ? great another horrible thing i can add to my list ..&lt;br /&gt;electric man: ill put in a request for a new box. But it may be a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;crazee neighbor: WEEKS? it contains cancerous oils !&lt;br /&gt;electric man: they normally dont replace them unless they explode.&lt;br /&gt;me: this is maddness. What happens if it explodes ?&lt;br /&gt;electric man: Well you`ll call us. and we`ll install a new one. ohh and if oil spills out well have to shower you down with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;crazee neighbor: IF I GET CANCER ILL KILL YOU ALL !&lt;br /&gt;electric man: im goinq to go bac and see if i can find tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( an hour later .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electric man: i found tools&lt;br /&gt;me: took you long enough&lt;br /&gt;neighbor: did you request a new box?&lt;br /&gt;man: yes it will take about 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;me: this is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;me: this is nonsence its only cause we live in cliffwood beach if we lived in a rich neighborhood we would already have a new box thing. these people are crazee .&lt;br /&gt;crazee neighbor: if i get cancer im cominq after every single one of you &amp;amp; your familes&lt;br /&gt;( electric man gives look. and talks under his breathe as he walks away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15431779-112407997169900659?l=kaitymariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaitymariee.blogspot.com/feeds/112407997169900659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15431779&amp;postID=112407997169900659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15431779/posts/default/112407997169900659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15431779/posts/default/112407997169900659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaitymariee.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-just-ingnorence.html' title='This is just ingnorence ..'/><author><name>kaiTyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00352469674873081131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/271/7368/320/2004_0706kaiit0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
