<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8644644015839704825</id><updated>2024-08-28T01:39:11.287-07:00</updated><category term="life"/><category term="experiences"/><category term="growing up"/><category term="highschool"/><category term="school"/><category term="sex"/><category term="compare"/><category term="future"/><category term="independence"/><category term="internet"/><category term="love"/><category term="lyrics"/><category term="career"/><category term="dark"/><category term="encounters"/><category term="family"/><category term="fiction"/><category term="golf"/><category term="guide"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="job"/><category term="lame"/><category term="luck"/><category term="morons"/><category term="night"/><category term="outstanding"/><category term="seventeen"/><category term="sillyness"/><category term="simple"/><category term="stepparent"/><category term="story"/><category term="stupidity"/><category term="tattoos"/><category term="teenager"/><category term="the little things"/><category term="wtf"/><category term="yearning"/><title type='text'>Ramblings of my mind and other things</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts of this weird thing people call life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-8668894604738803285</id><published>2013-09-30T14:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-30T14:32:25.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Party</title><summary type="text">
Third party principles



Unlike the current duality of politics the third party will attempt to
ascend above the petty groveling of the &quot;left&quot; and &quot;right&quot;
focusing on real issues and using facts and history as evidence to support the
beliefs and opinions of the third party



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&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;As a third party member we will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8668894604738803285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2013/09/third-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8668894604738803285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8668894604738803285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2013/09/third-party.html' title='Third Party'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-690910666529826862</id><published>2012-05-13T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T19:10:30.369-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="morons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupidity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tattoos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wtf"/><title type='text'>Tramp Stamps</title><summary type="text">Okay so, me and my friend Adriana were talking today(okay, ages ago now, this post was sitting in the draft section for way too long). About trashy tramp stamps.
Now I&#39;m aware tramp stamps are trashy anyway, but we came up with some ideas that redefine trashy. These would be the ultimate in trashy tramp stamps.

Here they are in only the order we mentioned them/I thought of them again

1. Your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/690910666529826862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2012/05/tramp-stamps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/690910666529826862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/690910666529826862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2012/05/tramp-stamps.html' title='Tramp Stamps'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-8182676505899294992</id><published>2012-01-21T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:39:38.260-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experiences"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="luck"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sillyness"/><title type='text'>Luck</title><summary type="text">Okay, so as I think I&#39;ve said before I met my boyfriend online. He and I were friends for about two and a half years before we got together. He&#39;d known me since I was an idiot freshman freaking out cause the hot guy in math&amp;nbsp;doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;talk to me(not sure if I actually freaked about that, but it sounds like something I would have whined about) He&#39;s also the guy that put up with me whining </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8182676505899294992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2012/01/luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8182676505899294992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8182676505899294992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2012/01/luck.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-6116898908353739871</id><published>2012-01-21T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T16:28:04.895-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="compare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experiences"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="future"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="highschool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><title type='text'>An Accidental Autobiography</title><summary type="text">If anyone hasnt guessed by now I&#39;m currently a senior in high school. Now I&#39;ve done the regular high school, where you go to a cluster of buildings and navigate through the clusterfuck of crowds. Not to mention the typical mess that is the social scene, dear god that place is a mess.


Anyway, the best way to sum up each year of high school is as follows:


Freshman Year: This was the year that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6116898908353739871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2012/01/accidental-autobiography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/6116898908353739871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/6116898908353739871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2012/01/accidental-autobiography.html' title='An Accidental Autobiography'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-3148914138626223361</id><published>2011-09-11T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:33:36.763-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics"/><title type='text'>SoundSystem Shatter</title><summary type="text">This is the proof that nothing will matter
This is the sound system waiting for the shatter
They are the sounds breaking us down
They are the voices killing us now

Brace yourself for the confrontation
Steady your values, ready your voice
This is the time to make our noise
This is the time to raise your voice

This is the proof that nothing will matter
This is the sound system waiting for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3148914138626223361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/soundsystem-shatter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/3148914138626223361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/3148914138626223361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/soundsystem-shatter.html' title='SoundSystem Shatter'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-257063583972346154</id><published>2011-09-04T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:43:33.525-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="highschool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="independence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>A bit more about a certain annoyance</title><summary type="text">I know I&#39;ve written about the annoyances of being seventeen before, but I&#39;d like to write more about one of those annoyances. The planning for the future during that last year of high school. Its chaotic, trying to piece together all the ways your life will change.
Now some people get out of much of that chaos by simply going to college where they already live, possibly not even moving out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/257063583972346154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/bit-more-about-certain-annoyance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/257063583972346154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/257063583972346154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/bit-more-about-certain-annoyance.html' title='A bit more about a certain annoyance'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-124897760136589993</id><published>2011-09-04T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:54:44.403-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experiences"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="night"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the little things"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yearning"/><title type='text'>Its just one of</title><summary type="text">Those nights, where you realize how much of someone is burned into your memory, the feel of them, the smell, the sounds, the warmth. Those are the nights that make the heart ache, when the word hug in asterisks isn&#39;t enough to cure the desire for physical interaction.
Those are the nights that you realize you&#39;re with someone who&#39;s worth it, and more.

At times its amazing to realize just how much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/124897760136589993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-just-one-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/124897760136589993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/124897760136589993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-just-one-of.html' title='Its just one of'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-7236509686206212625</id><published>2011-09-02T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T16:48:23.195-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dark"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics"/><title type='text'>Fade to lost</title><summary type="text">darkened skies, steal my breath
I&#39;ll wander as we fade
forever remember
oh we never...

where was I
when we faded?
where were you
when we disintegrated?

fragments of a life we should have known
torn into the darkened skies
forever, oh we never
what follows our fallen path?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7236509686206212625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/fade-to-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/7236509686206212625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/7236509686206212625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/09/fade-to-lost.html' title='Fade to lost'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-1818345534019016466</id><published>2011-08-30T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:19:36.832-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="future"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="highschool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Closer to independence</title><summary type="text">Its always interesting, growing up. Its something people want to do so badly, until the point when its right around the metaphorical corner. From zero to highschool, people want to grow up and get into the world. But yet when its actually getting closer, like junior year of highschool second thoughts appear. Suddenly growing up is something to fear. Because students are supposed to have it all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1818345534019016466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/closer-to-independence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/1818345534019016466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/1818345534019016466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/closer-to-independence.html' title='Closer to independence'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-8734631110738967819</id><published>2011-08-29T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:16:44.994-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="independence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lame"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seventeen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teenager"/><title type='text'>Four reasons why 17 is infuriating</title><summary type="text">Seventeen, nothing wrong with the number, but the age is bullshit. There really is nothing to gain, other than a burning hatred for this segment of your life. People who have been through this understand what I&#39;m talking about. If you&amp;nbsp;haven&#39;t&amp;nbsp;had this misfortune yet here&#39;s four reasons why that year will be infuriating.


One: Most of the jobs are a year away


If you&#39;re seventeen you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8734631110738967819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/four-reasons-why-17-is-infuriating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8734631110738967819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8734631110738967819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/four-reasons-why-17-is-infuriating.html' title='Four reasons why 17 is infuriating'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-8773534768818956312</id><published>2011-08-29T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:02:20.474-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="compare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="golf"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><title type='text'>These things shouldn&#39;t have anything in common</title><summary type="text">Ah Golf, the only sport that is a sport, and a cure for insomnia. Who would have thought that one of the more enjoyable things in life would be remotely similar to it? Sex and golf, one enjoyable, the other insanely boring, and yet here are three ways these two activities are shockingly similar.

One:&amp;nbsp;Skill is not a requirement for enjoyment
Sex, no matter how bad you may be at it, unless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8773534768818956312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/these-things-shouldnt-have-anything-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8773534768818956312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8773534768818956312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/these-things-shouldnt-have-anything-in.html' title='These things shouldn&#39;t have anything in common'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-8670342946485716716</id><published>2011-08-27T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T20:29:37.350-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guide"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="outstanding"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="simple"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stepparent"/><title type='text'>How To Become An Outstanding Stepparent: In 5 Easy Steps!</title><summary type="text">Are you about to marry someone who already has kids? Well this is a simple guide to insuring that you will get along wonderfully with your new stepchild.


Step One:
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t make plans to meet said future stepchild ahead of time. Just move in! Also, whatever you do do not make sure the child is informed ahead of time. Any confusion is simply because the child is immature and&amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8670342946485716716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-become-outstanding-stepparent-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8670342946485716716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/8670342946485716716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-become-outstanding-stepparent-in.html' title='How To Become An Outstanding Stepparent: In 5 Easy Steps!'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-5845221564997450852</id><published>2011-08-27T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T01:09:47.778-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story"/><title type='text'>A work of Fiction</title><summary type="text">A Savagery Of Passion


We sat together in the middle of everything and nothing, the center of a midnight ocean. Anchored in our place, hands locked together for fear we would be torn our separate ways. Fearing the ocean of midnight ebony would break us away. Here, in the middle of nothing we were united in our solitude. As we stared to the horizon a shot of neon blue shattered the darkness. Our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5845221564997450852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/work-of-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/5845221564997450852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/5845221564997450852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/work-of-fiction.html' title='A work of Fiction'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8644644015839704825.post-3171005940161086875</id><published>2011-08-26T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:05:07.135-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="encounters"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experiences"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet"/><title type='text'>Meeting someone you know from the internet, and what its like</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If you spend much time on sites like Gaia or DeviantART you eventually start talking to other people on the site(probably) and possibly make a few friends there. Now, maybe there&#39;s a friend that you&#39;ve grown especially close to. And there may or may not be some degree of romantic interest involved. Now you really want to meet this person in real life, rather than remain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3171005940161086875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/meeting-someone-you-know-from-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/3171005940161086875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8644644015839704825/posts/default/3171005940161086875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaslynramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/meeting-someone-you-know-from-internet.html' title='Meeting someone you know from the internet, and what its like'/><author><name>Kas Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07507169258240237688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn91HqQqDnG6cKRFDdVdSTpbW0k7Biusfy-lp_yfHXAlxDReapHtoOZX0D5_NTOJliU4jH21nDN1ZxsQASJ5imiUNsjmasBRbINfc6u3Cm-YVWjcPCV1QVbwASdqgU3o/s220/Edit1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>