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Anybody who has watched TV for more than 10 seconds, picked up a newspaper, turned on the radio, visited a news outlet on the web, seen a blimp fly overheard, or talked to ducks in their backyard at midnight knows that one of the greatest natural disasters ever to strike the United States happened a little over a week ago. But to help keep this post going and to enlighten all of Shyzer’s foreign readers who might not have heard about it, allow me to recap. Last week, a category 5 hurricane slammed into the southern part of the country. It wrought death, damage, and destruction on an unimaginable scale and its total damage will be in the tens if not hundreds of billions of dollars range. There are still people trapped in the flooded cities and the water still shows no signs of lowering and people are still dieing everyday. The death toll could very easily surpass that of 9/11 and to make matters even worse, the federal government delayed for many unknown reasons in helping the region, which caused even more damage than the hurricane itself.

The hurricane was called Hurricane Katrina.

When I left Australia, it took me a few days to get my Internet set up. Once I finally did, I jumped on-line to talk to as many people as possible and one of the first people to message me was Sarah. We chatted for a few minutes and then she told me that somebody has finally moved into my room. Soon after, this followed.

“When I met the girl who moved into your room, I was standing looking at the quotes on the wall. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her that a friend from America had put them up there last semester. Then she said ‘That wouldn’t be Goob by any chance would it? Apparently I have a lot to live up to!’ - so you are definitely missed and your reputation is apparently hanging around trying to intimidate the new internationals.”

We talked for a bit longer and then I remembered I hadn’t asked what the new girl’s name was. Who was this mystery woman living in my room, sleeping in my bed, being mates with my mates?

Her name? Katrina. Coincidence? I think not.

I think this is God’s way of telling me to get my ass back to Australia or that he’ll keep sending hurricanes named after the people living in my Australian room to attack America. Either that or I’m just making shit up as an excuse to go back to my adopted homeland.

But the whole God thing sounds so much more bad ass =)