<?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-8025437</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:49:03.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrysanthemums</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is even more beautiful than a garden of Chrysanthemums! So open your eyes and look around! Take advantage of being young whether it be age or heart! This blog is dedicated to you readers. Take advantage of what you have. You only live once!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-203887337333379354</id><published>2009-03-03T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:23:59.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katherine Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, it's been a while. Sorry about that. And I know I've said this before, but this time I really mean it - I'm ready to start writing again. I NEED to start writing again. I'm just so bored and lazy lately. I feel like I'm barely in school because I only have three classes: one which meets once a week and no classes on Friday. So like I said, sometimes it doesn't even feel like I'm in school. Nonetheless, I'm totally ready to graduate. 2 more months and then I'm done with school!!!! Yay!!! Well, then I have to come back to stupid Miami for student teaching, but hopefully that'll go by quick. And at least I get the whole summer off before having to come back here. I'm really pumped about this summer. Crossing my fingers that it turns out as great as I hope it will be, but all that depends. We'll see, but either way I'm still super excited to graduate and super excited about summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So here's what I want to talk about - ME! I was reading my last blog entry and realized that I am hopeless when it comes to setting goals for myself. The only goal I've ever had that managed to get accomplished was graduating top ten in high school. And now looking back that seems so completely insignificant. Every new year I make a list of goals, of resolutions to follow, and I never do. It's really sad. So I know it's March already and I'm two months behind, but I'm going to set some goals for myself and I swear I'm going to do whatever I can to follow them! So here they are - goals that are going to help me become Katherine again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start praying again - even if it's not every night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Go to church as often as I can - so long as I'm not out of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Keep up with my journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Read more - at least put a dent in my HUGE list of books to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Stop cussing - MUST STOP! MUST STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Get in shape - and by this I mean start going to the rec at least a few times a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Write in my blog more - I miss writing and sharing my life with people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Save money - yeah...I'm totally broke and in debt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Be more honest and assertive - I don't want to stop being nice and polite, I just want to work on putting myself and my feelings first sometimes. I don't do it very often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, here's hoping that the goals are realistic enough that I can stick to them. Notice how I left out to stop procrastinating? Yeah...that one just isn't plausible. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-203887337333379354?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/203887337333379354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=203887337333379354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/203887337333379354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/203887337333379354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2009/03/katherine-update.html' title='Katherine Update'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-4928395189323004354</id><published>2009-01-08T23:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:12:32.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For me, 2008 was a roller coaster ride. There were ups and downs, sudden drops and quick turns. Sometimes I had to close my eyes wanting to cry. Sometimes I couldn't help to smile and laugh. And sometimes I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. But most of all, it just went so fast that before I could blink it was over. Overall though, it was a great year. I experienced some new things, learned some lessons, and just had a great time living life. I wouldn't trade a single moment of 2008 for any reason - no regrets, no what ifs, no if onlys.  So now I'm going into 2009 with the same state of mind. It's going to be another roller coaster ride, but it's going to be a blast. So here are some things that I hope will make it even better - my new year resolutions. I know there are a lot, but this way I can at least manage to accomplish a few of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Year resolutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pray every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to church every Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep up with my journal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop cussing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get in shape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Write in my blog more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop procrastinating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work on old and new friendships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work on my study abroad scrapbook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to more music (more variety too)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be more social&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be more honest and assertive (pretty much just stand up for myself and not let people walk all over me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start writing again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work on my "things to do before I die" list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try not to depend on men so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I think it's a pretty good list. We'll see how it goes. Thank you everyone who was apart of my 2008. It wouldn't have been the same without you! I hope you can be there to experience 2009 with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-4928395189323004354?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/4928395189323004354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=4928395189323004354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4928395189323004354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4928395189323004354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-to-2009.html' title='Here&apos;s to 2009!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-724957433642377665</id><published>2008-12-08T22:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:24:13.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of FORgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I'm a bit busy with finals and whatnot - less than two weeks till Christmas break! I'm so excited! But alas, I still have lots of stuff to do, so here's just a little something for your viewing pleasure. Since it's the season of giving, here's a FORgiving poem I wrote for class. Ladies, you'll enjoy this one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Woman's Forgiveness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For pulling my hair and&lt;br /&gt;knocking me down on the playground&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For laughing with your friends over the note I wrote you in trust&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not asking me to dance&lt;br /&gt;when I got dressed up for your eyes only&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For making me wonder relentlessly&lt;br /&gt;if you’re interested or just being friendly&lt;br /&gt;I forg&lt;br /&gt;ive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For flashing that grin that makes me&lt;br /&gt;mumble and stutter my words&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For flirting and giving me hope&lt;br /&gt;when you have a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not kissing me goodnight&lt;br /&gt;when its all I can think about&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the feelings of doubt&lt;br /&gt;and self consciousness&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For having fun with your friends&lt;br /&gt;while I stare at a phone all night&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For repeatedly promising to visit me&lt;br /&gt;then never once showing up&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For saying you loved me&lt;br /&gt;then taking it back so easily&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fear that I will&lt;br /&gt;never be happy with anyone else&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not treating me the way&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be treated&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the hours I spent crying&lt;br /&gt;and listening to sad love songs&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months spent trying to get over you&lt;br /&gt;when I should have been enjoying life&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;so I could move on to find the man of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on, let's face it. It's about time a woman forgave men for all the stupid stuff they do. Heehee. Not that we women don't have our own faults...I'm just having a little fun. It's finals time! We all need a little fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-724957433642377665?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/724957433642377665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=724957433642377665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/724957433642377665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/724957433642377665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2008/12/season-of-forgiving.html' title='Season of FORgiving'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-3662564450627162380</id><published>2008-11-19T17:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:57:48.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, the semester is gradually coming to a close...FINALLY! I can hardly wait! There is just so much to look forward to these days. Normally I'm just looking forward to Thanksgiving break around this time, which I am, but this year there's even more excitement awaiting. So just for a glimpse into Katherine's mind, here's everything I'm looking forward to within the next month or so leading up to the best thing of all - Christmas break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel and Potter from the island coming to visit M and I this Friday night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam and his girlfriend, Amanda (whom I finally get to meet!), coming to see M's play this weekend also&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad and Mom coming to see M's play Saturday night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanksgiving break!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL of us girls being together over Thanksgiving break for the first time in two years!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roller skating and other shenanigans at Acres of Fun over Thanksgiving break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanksgiving food and spending all day with the infamous Henleys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being Daniel's date for his fraternity formal the first weekend back after Thanksgiving break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy and Jared possibly coming to see M's play the Saturday after break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only two more weeks of classes, and one week of finals before Christmas break!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHRISTMAS BREAK!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's pretty much it for now. I won't go into the big Christmas break plans as of now. I just need to sit back and enjoy the end of the semester. Shouldn't be too bad. And hopefully it will go by super fast! Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until next time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-3662564450627162380?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/3662564450627162380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=3662564450627162380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3662564450627162380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3662564450627162380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-semester-is-gradually-coming-to.html' title='Looking forward to it'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-1513243815040297872</id><published>2008-11-01T16:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:37:49.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Alright, so I said I was going to start writing in this thing again after a long absence and then I wrote two posts and stopped again. This is just not cutting it! I really WANT to be writing again! I think maybe I'm hesitant to bring this blog back into action because there's just so much more to it than just writing...I have to choose fonts and colors and choose an eye popping title to try to get people to read....then there's the whole issue about the template and layout of the blog itself...and let's fact it, it's just not very appealing.  I've gone to just plain black now because it's boring and honestly, that's just how I feel about this blog right now! It's such a love/hate relationship. I love to write, but I hate all this other crap! Can't I just say whatever it is I want and leave it at that? Ah! And I really want to make this blog appealing and attractive, but I'm just too technologically illiterate that I can't figure out how to get it to look the way I want. I need a computer genius to just do it all for me! Any offers? No...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So despite all this extra drama that a writer just shouldn't have to stress over simply to do a little bit of writing...I'm going to really really try to keep this blog updated AND entertaining AND attractive....but you'll have to bear with me and be patient. I'm still learning here! I know this was kind of a cop out blog entry...and I'm sorry, but it just needed to be addressed. So before I go to start thinking about the topic for my next entry I just have one more thing to address. What should I call this blog?! It began as "Chrysanthemums" which was fitting because it's my favorite name and favorite flower...even though it's the flower of death...lol.  Then I changed it to "The Awakening" which is a novel written by Kate Chopin (completely tedius read...but good book in regards to a woman finally finding herself and "waking up" from her hum drum life). I changed it to that because I had an awakening....and now that I'm living in the wake and the actual "awakening" is over I'm thinking it may be time for a change again....so what should I do? Go back to Chrysanthemums, keep the Awakening, or come up with something new? You tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-1513243815040297872?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/1513243815040297872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=1513243815040297872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1513243815040297872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1513243815040297872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhh!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-309229265914594740</id><published>2008-09-22T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:34:45.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;turned off all my alarms and woke up 15 minutes before class started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;thought mean things in my head about my stupid professor for giving us stupid busy work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;found out from a friend that it's the first day of fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;watched three episodes of Desperate Housewives to try to catch up before the new season starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;skipped the usual after class nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;actually started my homework before midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;realized that I'll be in the classrooms observing/teaching next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;realized that I have nothing "professional" to wear for observing/teaching in the classrooms next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;had a salad for lunch instead of just eating random snack items throughout the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;crossed nothing off of my list of things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;went to a meeting about student teaching abroad...and actually am considering it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;decided I DEFINITELY want to be living on the island again this summer if at all possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;sat down and just wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;walked the 15 minutes home instead of waiting 10 minutes for a 2 minute bus ride (do the math)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;heard from an old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today I made a list of everything I want and deserve in a guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and decided I'm not going to settle for anything less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Overall, I'd say it was a pretty good day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-309229265914594740?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/309229265914594740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=309229265914594740&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/309229265914594740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/309229265914594740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2008/09/pretty-good-day.html' title='Pretty good day'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-1402389685313771021</id><published>2008-09-18T17:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:24:09.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to England</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, it's been one year since I left to study abroad in England and I've been thinking about my time there a lot lately - looking at the pictures, missing my friends, remembering the great times. And I thought to myself, "why am I thinking about it so much? It was a year ago. SO much has happened since then. I'm not there anymore." Needless to say I was a little happy to find that I wasn't the only one thinking about it. I read a conversation my England friends were having about how they're all doing now, post England. Some of them are missing it, some aren't thinking about it so much, and I just wanted to share my response to their stories because well, I just need to share it. So here it is, my thoughts, addressed to my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, let me just say that I can understand a little bit of everyone's feelings because I've felt them all before. For me personally, England was the best time of my life, hands down, ever. I mean, I had a GREAT childhood and high school experience and I thought it couldn't possibly get any better. Then I got to college and quite frankly I just didn't like it. I made barely any friends and just hated being away from home. Then I started dating John and I was so happy, but then John broke my heart and Marissa, my best friend, was leaving to go to Greece and I knew I just had to go out and do something. So I went to England alone and I was so scared and it turned out better than I could have possibly imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You guys were the closest friends I've had since high school. I enjoyed every single moment from sing alongs to sarah's guitar to sarah sansolo's fuss over how there was nothing to eat in a Tesco. lol. SIDENOTE: Sarah S, I'm just teasing you. I loved spending time with you and I'm just sorry you didn't have a more enjoyable time. But I am SO SO incredibly glad that you've really found yourself and are so happy right now! I'm happy for you because when I was abroad, that was me finding myself. I came back a completely changed person and I owe it to England and myself and you guys. You helped me so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So needless to say when the new me came back I was happy to be home, but I was really depressed. I missed england and you all so much. And then I started dating Brian and things got a little better and then this summer was just amazing. And now that I'm heartbroken again, back in that place I was before I left for abroad, I'm missing England and you all even more every day. And I'm beginning to realize that while I miss England and you all and that time we spent together, what I think I'm missing most is myself, that person I was when I was there. That carefree, independent, living life to its fullest, young woman. In those three months I felt like I could do anything and I would have if I really wanted to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now that it's gone, now that I'm back to this place, I just need that feeling back. I need to know that I can get on a plane and go somewhere and just temporarily start over. I need to know that I can make friends and really be myself no matter what. I need to know that I can fall in love without a man by falling in love with myself and life! But what I really need is to know I can do all those things without running away from the life I have now. Because no matter how much I miss England and you guys, no matter how much I miss Brian - LIFE IS GOOD! I mean, really, life is great. It's the most precious thing in the world and we are all so incredibly blessed just to be breathing. School, jobs, stress, all the drama - none of that matters. All that matters is that you make yourself happy any way you can. Know that any sadness, loneliness, or pain you have will pass because you deserve to be happy and God knows that. And you will be happy, just look to yourself first and foremost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope this helped in any way. Even If not for you, it definitely helped me. I feel like I was mostly speaking to myself, but hey, that's okay. I love and miss you all so much and I WILL be seeing you again soon. Thank you all for being apart of my intervention and the reinvention of myself. You mean the world to me and you always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm sorry for my absence all these long months, but I think I'm ready to come back. I think I'm finally ready to start writing again. Not because I have the time or because I owe it to anyone, but just because I really want to. I am a writer and I've been going crazy not writing. So this is my official announcement: I'm coming home! I hope you keep reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-1402389685313771021?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/1402389685313771021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=1402389685313771021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1402389685313771021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1402389685313771021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to-england.html' title='Ode to England'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-9144578506333591836</id><published>2008-01-15T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:51:02.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise it will be better next time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, here I am. Back from England. Done with winter break. It was pretty sweet. I actually didn't do a whole lot. Pretty much just hung out with friends and family and did a lot of relaxing (i.e. sitting around doing nothing). But it was really great nonetheless. I mean, I had just gotten back from traveling around Europe so it's okay that winter break wasn't too adventurous. By the way...I just have to mention that I REALLY miss England and my girls! Love you all! :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Back at good old Miami University (of Ohio, of course). Marissa and I have our own apartment off campus this semester. It's pretty sweet. Living room, kitchen, our own washer and dryer, one bathroom, and one bedroom. Yeah...I have to share a bedroom AGAIN with my sister. In England I had my own room, even a double bed. It was sweet. But it's all good. I don't mind sharing with my sister...again...for the second time in college...after our entire lives of having the same room at home...Nah, I'm just messing. I really don't mind it so much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So yeah...back at school...(Sidenote: Did you ever notice how often I use elipses?! A LOT! Sorry about that...) I am taking six classes this semester. They are as follows: African American Literature, History of English Language, Practicum in Integrating Technology into instruction, Literature and other media for Adolescents, Environmental Biology, and HORSEBACK RIDING!!!! It's not too bad of a schedule. Only one class on Mondays and my technology into instruction class never actually meets; it's just online. So that's pretty cool. I'm not really too worried about anything other than this Literature for adolescents class. I have to write a 20 page rationale for a book and also read approximately 20 books. I love reading, but I already have a huge list of books I want to read that I've been putting off. Looks like I have to put them off for just a little longer... :( I am totally pumped about horseback riding though. It's an hour and forty minutes every Friday morning AND I don't have to walk to the stables since my car is right here this semester. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;In other news...it is freaking cold out! However, I LOVE winter! I got to go sled riding once over break. It was awesome. I managed not to hurt myself. My sister wasn't so lucky. She has a bruise the size of baseball on her thigh. haha. I mean...sorry, M. That sucks...I did get a bruise on my foot New Years though. One Miss Brandi Bright stepped on my foot with her high heel. I didn't really notice it at the time...but later...oh boy. Not fun. Bruises in general: not fun. I got another one when I bumped into the corner of our end table moving in the other day. Alright, when I begin talking about the weather and end up talking about bruises you know it's time for me to just stop. Seriously. What's wrong with me?! I just don't know when to stop. So I'll take my own hint...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love is all you need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. Sorry about this boring "update" post...I promise it will be better next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-9144578506333591836?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/9144578506333591836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=9144578506333591836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/9144578506333591836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/9144578506333591836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-promise-it-will-be-better-next-time.html' title='I promise it will be better next time'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-7596306606646704760</id><published>2007-12-09T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:23:55.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I'm amazed by you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I hate myself right now...I've said this before...I seem to mean it every time, and of course, every time it's for the same reason. I bet you don't even have to guess why. One simple word: schoolwork. That's right, big surprise. Katherine hates herself because of schoolwork. Go figure! This time I have four essays due before I leave England on Saturday...well, technically...they're not due until January 7th (I can send them in electronically). But who wants to leave school and then continue to do schoolwork over Christmas break? Certainly not me! But unfortunately...considering a change of location didn't change my work ethic, I have so much to do yet...Basically it's three 2,500 word essays (That's about 8 pages double-spaced) and one 750 word essay (2 1/2 pages).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So yes, right now, at this very moment, it may appear that I hate myself. I can say it and think it, but you know what...I don't hate myself! Never have I ever truly hated myself! And you know why? Because I am an amazing person! Now, I'm not saying this because I'm a conceited person. I'm saying this because sometimes you just have to look at yourself and say, "I'm an amazing person!" You laugh, but it's true. There is so much in the world that tries to put us down. Magazines telling us ways to improve our looks, models making us feel fat, the cinema making us believe happy endings only happen in the movies. Well, you know what! I'm sick of the world trying to make me hate myself...I love myself! And you know what, you should too! And here's why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;For every one person who doesn't like you, there's ten more who love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;God has great things in store for your life and they involve you being happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;There's at least one person in this world who lives to see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just when you think things couldn't get any worse...they get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;You know that one part of your body you don't like? Someone is jealous of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Your parents don't have to say that because they're your parents. They say it because it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;There's always someone else. You're never alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;We all have faults, we all make mistakes. IT'S NORMAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You are amazing, and don't let anyone or anything make you think any different. Especially not yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-7596306606646704760?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/7596306606646704760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=7596306606646704760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/7596306606646704760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/7596306606646704760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-im-amazed-by-you.html' title='Baby, I&apos;m amazed by you'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-9017962028210817514</id><published>2007-12-05T05:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:58:50.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grown Up Christmas List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this year I decided not to make a Christmas list to give to my parents like I normally do. However, since I didn't write a Christmas List for them, Marissa, Christina (Marissa's friend studying in Greece with her), and I decided to write a practical/impractical Christmas Lists to send to Santa. I admit it was a rather long list...but I thought that it's my first Christmas List to Santa and I've been an awful good girl. So maybe he could manage to take care of a couple things...impractical or not :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Boyfriend/fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Lose ten pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Continue to make the Dean's List every semester in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; For military to stop being deployed and for soldiers to come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Stay best friends with my Royal Holloway girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. For grandpa and grandma to be healthy and pain free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Mini cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Clear skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. Become more involved at Miami University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. New kitten (Come on, mom and dad! Stop kicking the kittens out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Slow last 1 1/2 weeks in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14. Incredibly slow Christmas break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Dates to all three weddings I'm attending this summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16. Beat the last level of Donkey Kong Country Super Nintendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. Someone to kiss at New Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;18. Continue to grow closer to my dad's side of the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. Get more sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;20. To be more spontaneous and live life to the fullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. Get rid of writer's block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;22. Grow in my faith/define my own beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. To like beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;24. Make new friends at Miami University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25. For my right ankle to get back to normal size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course that's not everything on my list, but it's a preview. I seriously recommend writing Christmas lists to Santa. It's not only fun, but hopeful. And you must mail them too! Apparently, if you write Santa Claus on an envelope and mail it there is an actual place the letter goes to. And the letter gets read (and sometimes answered!) By who, you may ask? By Santa, of course!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christmas is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-9017962028210817514?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/9017962028210817514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=9017962028210817514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/9017962028210817514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/9017962028210817514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-grown-up-christmas-list.html' title='My Grown Up Christmas List'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-2194416763096041860</id><published>2007-11-28T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:53:26.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please sir, can I have some more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=&gt;Beliefs&lt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in God?: yes he's Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in magic?: In a young girls heart...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;True love?: With all my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Heaven?: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hell?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Satan?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Lord and Lady?: What…which lord and lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Goddess?: You need to be more specific… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Greek Gods or Goddesses?: All I know is that Athena is the best Greek Goddess EVER! The Pagan Gods or Goddesses?: Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Are you an atheist?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Agnostic?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in fairies?: As I told my Irish tourguide recently, yes, I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;dragons?: Albie the racist dragon…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Unicorns?: Of course! It’s my favorite animal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Gollums?: I thought that was a character from Lord of the Rings…not a type of creature…Santa?: Of course I believe in Santa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Easter Bunny?: If he does exist he used our computer once to type up his easter hunt :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Tooth Fairy?: Not really…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pixies?: Of course I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Elves?: Of course Santa has elves. How else do all those toys get made before Christmas?Dwarves?: Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mermaids?: Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Karma?: In a way…yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Immortality?: No, and I’m glad it doesn’t exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe that each different belief creates a new reality?: I suppose you could look at it that way…but it makes things confusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in life on other planets?: I’m not saying yes and I’m not saying no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in parallel universes?: I think it could be possible…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe that black holes are time portals?: I wish they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in Eternity?: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in evolution?: Um….not sure…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in life after death?: Yes, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What happens to us after we die?: I don’t know…never died before. But I can give you the simple answer: Heaven or hell or the island on Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in superheroes?: OF COURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Super villains?: Now what would be the point of super heroes if there were no super villains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in Fate?: Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;That everything has a purpose?: Yes, I truly do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe that everything revolves around money?: Not EVERYTHING, but unfortunately a lot of things…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sex?: Do I believe in sex? What? Of course I believe that sex exists…otherwise nobody would be here and it would just be Adam and Eve living forever in the garden….how boring…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Love?: I believe in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Success?: Yes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Making yourself happy?: Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Making others happy?: Yes, it’s very important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Religion?: Oh yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Politics?: Um…I feel bad saying that I don’t really pay attention to politics very much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in miracles?: Yes, I love miracles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Angels?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Demons?: I suppose so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ghosts?: Um…maybe more like spirits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe there's a someone for everyone?: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in true, selfless happiness?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe in selfessness at all?: Yes, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe that wishing for something can make it happen?: I’d like to believe that…but it’s not always the case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you believe that anything can happen?: All things are possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=&gt;Do you have...&lt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;MSN: Yes, but I don’t use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A Neopets account: What is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A Vampirefreaks account: What the frick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A Quizilla account: I’ve never even heard of these…A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; Bzoink account: Are you just typing in random letters..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you watch bugs crawl on the floor: I’m definitely not THAT bored…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you follow the bugs that crawl on the floor: Wouldn’t that be watching them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you get attacked by ladybugs: Oh my…one time…wait…those weren’t ladybugs…those were mayflies. It was SCARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Are you scared of everything that breathes: Lol….no…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Doesn't breathe: Yes…the inanimate objects in this room are staring at me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Are you scared of anything at all: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What: Snakes, heights, Michael Jackson’s Thriller video, little girls crawling out of televisions, and David Herman’s impression of a little girl crawling out of a television…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Which cardinal direction do you like best: North or West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you have a life: Yes and it’s AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you have a microphone on your computer: Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A webcam: Yep…it’s so I can skype with my mommy and daddy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A scanner: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A printer: Yes, but not at the moment…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A cordless mouse: Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Does your mouse light up: No, but I wish it did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Are you scared of mice: Ew! Yes! But oddly enough I used to have pet mice…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What kind of computer do you have: Dell laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Were you ever physically abused: Yes…Marissa beats me…with baseball bats…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Verbally: Yes…haven't we all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sexually: No, thank Goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you wish you were a fish: Nah…I’m not a big swimmer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A cat: It would be sweet to just lay in the sun and be lazy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A dog: No, they drool…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you have a cell phone: Yes, but it doesn’t work here in England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What kind is it: Verizon razor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you weasel out of things: Sometimes…D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;o your teachers like you: Most of them…but it’s no big deal because I DON’T LIKE YOU EITHER, “DR.” ALAN FRAGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do your parents like you: I don’t want to brag, but they pretty much love me. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do your siblings like you: I think so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Does karma, if it exists, love you: Um…not sure…I think so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Did you have a tail when you were born: No, Marissa got the tail. Whew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you enjoy school: It’s not too bad here. It’s going to suck when I go back to Miami though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you sleep under or over the covers: I sleep cuddled up under the covers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you sleep in a bed: When I do manage to get sleep…yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you catch yourself floating at times: I wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Are you a packrat: Oh my yes…I save anything and everything…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you know HTML or CSS: A little HTML…but not enough to understand when I have a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you find yourself chewing on anything your fingers have touched: What…like my pen or pencil…? Yes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you shy away from social situations: Um…I don’t think I shy away from them…I mean, I don’t avoid them…I just don’t jump into them…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Are you obsessed with shiny things: No…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Are you at least attracted to them: They are rather attractive…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you know what you're going to get for the holidays: Um…which holiday…? Christmas? No idea what I’m getting because I’m not giving my parents a Christmas list this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you smash guitars or any other type of instrument: Hm…no…but I should totally add that to my list of things to do before I die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you label other people: I admit that sometimes I do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Are you proud: Not of labeling other people…but yeah, sometimes I’m proud for other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do you like scrambled eggs: Yeah, they’re cool, but not my all time favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;More to come until I lose this writer's block...sorry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Katherine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-2194416763096041860?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/2194416763096041860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=2194416763096041860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/2194416763096041860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/2194416763096041860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/11/please-sir-can-i-have-some-more.html' title='Please sir, can I have some more?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-9050789022753098467</id><published>2007-11-22T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:51:50.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For lack of an original idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the survey continues...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&gt;Dislikes&lt;=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Least favorite color: brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Animal: snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Number: 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;President: Nixon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actor: Steve Harvey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actress: Mandy Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Director: No clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celebrity: Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Artist: Picasso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poet: Um…don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Writer: Dave Pelzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Band: The White Stripes. Heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singer: Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Food: olives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fruit: strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vegetable: radishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Candy: butterscotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Candy bar: All candy is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Skittles flavor: red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Month: June is rather uneventful for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Year: How can people have a least favorite year...? Every year of my life has been great I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Decade: I don’t know…1920s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Century: No clue…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;War: Spanish American War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flower: I’m not a big red roses fan…they’re so cliche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tree: palm trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hair color: they’re all okay…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye color: they’re all okay…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disney princess: Snow White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disney villain: Ursala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disney prince: Nothing against them… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Movie character: Um…can’t stand Jar Jar Binx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play character: No clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Book character: Oh geeze…I really cannot stand Percy in Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Musical character: Conrad Birdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play: A view from the bridge was kind of boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Musical: Camelot…sorry, mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Person: Um…don’t know really…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brand of cereal: Not a big fan of Lucky Charms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brand of battery: Rayovac...seriously. I hate that brand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mental illness: That’s an odd question…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Medication: No preference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serial killer: They all pretty much suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poison: all of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Type of sword: bayonette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Type of gun: they all suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toothpaste brand: don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scent: Pearberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taste: coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sound: alarm that goes off when dorm hall door is open for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexual position: That one may take a while to find out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Article of clothing: sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=&gt;What do you think Of...&lt;=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ugly people: I hope they’re pretty on the inside…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pretty people: Lucky them…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bald people: They’re pretty cool, like my daddy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Scrawny African children: SO sad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Religion: Amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Politics: Not a big politics person…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Abortion: Don’t believe in abortion under any circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Church: Comforting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Separation of church and state: Not possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Blondes: I don’t think they all have more fun…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Brunettes: Yeah, they’re cool…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Redheads: SO awesome! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mainstream rock: Um...it’s cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Abercrombie: I don't like Abercrombie because they have a weight limit for their employees. That's just ridiculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pop music: It’s alright….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Classic rock: THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Emo music: Asi asiI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gnorance: is never a good thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Stupidity: Annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mental retardation: Remember: Person before disability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friends: the BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Disrespect: Not cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Immaturity: Yeah…even at college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Republicans: don’t want change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Democrats: want change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;George W. Bush: The president. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your mom: AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My mom: I don’t know your mom…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me: I’m pretty fond of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dry walls: not wet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Painted walls: Pretty…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Drugs: Bad for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alcohol: Um…I am sort of partial to whisky in pepsi every now and then…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Prostitution: Not a good way to make a living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Premarital sex: I don’t judge others…I’m just waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Teenage sex: I wouldn’t say it’s the smartest thing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;People: Some are great and others, not so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your classmates: Some are cool, others not so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your co-workers: Pretty freaking amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your school: Let’s just say I don’t LOVE it, but I don’t hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your family: THE BEST EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your mental health: Sane…except for when I'm pulling an all nighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Falling asleep holding a stuffed animal: His name is Congo, thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your life: AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The color green: Ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pickles: Amy’s favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Food: My one true love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Electricity: Pretty necessary in this day and age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Niagra falls: Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bridges: They’re alright…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Braces: Freaking sucked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dictionairies: I used to hate it when I asked a teacher how to spell a word and she'd say to look it up in the dictionary...I can't look it up if I don't know how to spell it, duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Television: I watch too much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fairy tales: Wouldn’t have been a child without them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hollywood: I’m sort of obsessed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MTV: It’s alright…gotten much worse over the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Day everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-9050789022753098467?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/9050789022753098467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=9050789022753098467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/9050789022753098467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/9050789022753098467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-lack-of-original-idea.html' title='For lack of an original idea'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-2717123836682561562</id><published>2007-11-19T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:56:24.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When all else fails...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog theory: When you haven't written in a while and you want to write, but don't feel inspired to write about anything...fill out a survey :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;=&gt;The Basics&lt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Name: Katherine Marie Lunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Age: 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Gender: female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy with it: You betcha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eye color: Blue/gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy with it: I suppose… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;If not, what would you change it to: Well, I always wanted really piercing eyes…something like aqua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hair color: Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy with it: I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;If not, what would you change it to: Never change! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hair length: About shoulder length right now, but usually longer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hair style: straight usually, with bangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Have you ever dyed your hair: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What color: No color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Are you clean-shaven: Like…legs…? Yes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What's your body type: Um…? Short, petite…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thin or full lips: Averagish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thin hair, thick hair, or somewhere in between: thick hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Have you ever had lice: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;How old were you: Never had it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nicknames: Kevin, K, Kit Kat, Dr. Kat, Kat, K-Red, Ginger, Kath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy with them: Yeah, they're pretty cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Aliases: Marissa Ann Lunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What made you choose them: Thought it would be cool to make up a fake twin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;If you were born a member of the opposite sex, what would your name be: I think my parents would have chosen Nick and Alex…don’t know which one I’d be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Think of the situation above. What would you want your name to be: I’d prefer Nick…but if I could just choose a name I would pick James, but not Jimmy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;If you had a choice, would you drop your last name: Well, it is rather plain and odd sounding…but I like it all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What heritage does your first name imply: I believe Katherine is of latin origin…it means pure :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Middle name: I have no idea…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last name: Um…? German?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Place of birth: Columbus, Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Date of birth: May 6, 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nationality: Mostly german, bit of Irish…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Were you named after anyone: Yep, my great grandmother on my dad’s side (Tiny Grandma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What side of the family does your name come from: Dad’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Skin color: pale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What's your facial structure like: Um…no clue…kind of roundish ovaly…lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy with it: I suppose…but I have chubby cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;How old are your parents: Dad is 63 and mom is 56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What's your father's name: Thomas Coy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Your mother's: Renata Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Do you have any siblings: Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;How old are they: 25, 22, and 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What are their names: Christian, Patrick, and Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Do you get along with your family: Very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Do you wish they were different: Nope, wouldn’t change a thing :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Were you ever abused by any member of your family: Marissa used to beat me. Heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Were you ever betrayed by a member of your family: Not that I recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Who do you get along with most: Um…Marissa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;=&gt;Favorites&lt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Color: blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Month: November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Year: I’d have to say 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Decade: I like the 1950s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Century: Probably 20th century…I don’t think the 21st century is going to be a good one…Animal: unicorns (or horses if you don’t believe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Movie: Hard to choose just one…I’ll go with Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Book: Harry Potter series (favorite is the Prisoner of Azkaban)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;River: I don’t have a favorite…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lake: Lake Erie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ocean: I don’t know…I saw the Atlantic Ocean recently and it was BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Country: Hm…let’s see. I really loved Scotland and Wales and Ireland were pretty freaking awesome…and I can’t neglect my current home, England…I can’t choose! It’s too hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;City: Washington D.C. was pretty sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;State: Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Place to go in your neighborhood: My neighborhood…I'll just think of my town as my neighborhood and my favorite place to go is to the McMullen school playground late at night and swing on the swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Person: My sibby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Relative: My sibby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pet: Anna…even though he has disappeared…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Actor: Johnny Depp and John Cusack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Actress: Um…I like Reese Witherspoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Celebrity: Ellen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Musician: Do they have to be alive…? Beatles are pretty freaking sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Singer: Billy Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Band: I love Journey and the Eagles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Movie genre: Romance/romantic comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Book genre: I love mysteries! Also romance (Nicholas Sparks) and fantasy (Harry Potter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Play genre: comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Play: Um…I have no idea… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Musical: Newsies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Poem: Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Writer: I like Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Song: Three way tie: Moon River, Rainbow Connection, and Smile by Nat King Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sport: Um…cheerleading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Drink: Chocolate Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Food: cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brand of cereal: Cinnamon toast crunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Candy bar: Milky Way and White chocolate Reeses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Disney princess: Ariel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Disney prince: Um…I take it Aladdin doesn’t count…? I don’t know…I like the one from Sleeping Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Disney villain: Ooo…tough…I like Scar and Hades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Disney character: Um…geeze…is Shrek Disney because I love Puss n’ boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;CD: VERY tough…I’d have to say either Billy Joel Essential or The Eagles greatest hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Director: Rob Reiner is pretty cool. And I like Garry Marshall too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Videogame: DONKEY KONG COUNTRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Computer game: Where in time is Carmen Sandiego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Game: Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Board game: Sorry or Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Word game: Um…I know my favorite number game…Sudoku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Clothing style: I guess jeans and a t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Truth or dare question: lol…it’s been a while…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fairy tale: The Princess and the Pea was always a favorite of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lullabye: All the Pretty Little Horses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Holiday: Christmas!!! And it’s almost here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mythological creature: Unicorn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Miscellaneous item: compressed gas duster  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Storybook character: Chrysanthemum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Movie character: Oh geeze…SO hard! There’s no way I could possibly pick one…but I really like Lyod Doppler and Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Play character: I don’t know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Musical character: Um…I like Sky Masterson from Guys and Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;College: Am I supposed to say Miami University?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Football team: OSU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Soccer team: Bluffton University girls! Go Amy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tennis player: The only guy I know is Andy Roddick and he is freaking hot. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hockey team: The Mighty Ducks. Heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Basketball team: LHS 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Baseball team: Don’t know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Swimmer: Don’t know any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Track star: The beautiful Tiffani Lucinda Martin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Vegetable: green peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fruit: purple grapes and oranges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Toothpaste brand: Colgate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Type of computer: Dell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Medication: Midol is pretty freaking sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Poison: What…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Type of sword: Samurai sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Type of gun: No clue…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Planet: Pluto…wait…um…nevermind…apparently it’s not a planet anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Space feature: shooting stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Breed of cat: Mancoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dog: Dashounds or pugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Spider: Hate spiders! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fish: Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Penguin: The ones in Happy Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Species of crustacean: Um…don’t know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Arachnid: Ick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Insect: Katie dids. Heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pair of socks: white sports socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Scooby-Doo character: Daphne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Spongebob Squarepants character: Not a big fan…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Quote: Oh my gosh…too many favorite quotes to choose from…I’m gonna have to go with the classic, “Always look on the bright side of life.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;President: Martin Van Buren. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Astrological sign: Taurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Chinese zodiac sign: No clue…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Number: 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Short story: Chrysanthemum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Word: kinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Definition: I don’t know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Time period: The swing dancing days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dictionary brand: Webster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Series of books: Harry Potter series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Publishing company: Who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Illustrator: Um…no clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Artist: No idea…Van Gough possibly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Childhood story: The Popcorn Story!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Childhood memory: SO many good ones…going to Put-in-Bay and riding the merry go round possibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Facial expression: Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Serial killer: Jack the Ripper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Medieval torture device: Um…can’t say that I have a favorite…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Instrument: piano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brand of chocolate: Milka is pretty freaking sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Candy: Mike &amp;amp; Ikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Time of day: Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Inside joke: “Yes, and take it with you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Joke:  Two guys walked into a bar. The third one ducked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Scent: My alltime favorite is Warm Vanilla Sugar, but right now I wear Coconut lime Verdena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Onomotapoeia: Kaboom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Alliteration: Oh yes…let me recite something from Beowulf…NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;More to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-2717123836682561562?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/2717123836682561562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=2717123836682561562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/2717123836682561562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/2717123836682561562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-all-else-fails.html' title='When all else fails...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-6241538029978696359</id><published>2007-10-16T19:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:32:01.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katherine Marie Lunt: The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Guess what!!! The long awaited return of my blog has arrived! Now I know what you're all thinking, "Oh, great. This is going to be the boring post where she updates on everything she's been doing since she last posted." Well, sorry to disappoint, but you're wrong! I am not going to update on everything. It's been four months! Do you realize how much time that is?! 1/3 of a year! Do you know how much has happened in that 1/3 of a year?! SO much! And do you know how long it would take to update on EVERYTHING that's happened?! Longer than you'll be willing to read! So in order to sidestep "the update" and jump right into what I'm doing NOW let me sum up the past 1/3 of a year as short as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer ended. I am now studying abroad in England. It is AMAZING! Life is GREAT! I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There. I think that will suffice. Now let's move on to more important things...like the present :)&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry if any of you were genuinely hoping for an update. But chances are you all know me and have been keeping in touch with me anyway. And if you haven't, well, just ask. I'm always more than happy to share!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Basically, I am at odds with myself about what to do with this blog. For as long as I can remember I have been writing about the most random, unusual, and sometimes embarrassing topics. I've shared my innermost feelings, discussed topics that strike my whimsical fancy, and examined ideas of sheer brilliance AND ludicrousy. But now, everything has changed. Everything is different. You see, I'm abroad. And that, my friend, changes everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The friends that I've met here all have blogs too. Travel blogs. They write about where they go, who they meet, what they see. It's only natural to want to share your experiences and opportunities with those that love you...or those that read your blog. But I, well, I don't know if I can do that. I don't know if I can turn my pride and joy, my escape from reality, the crazy innerworkings of my mind, into a travel blog. The mere thought...well, it turns all my hard work into rubbish. So I ask you, my most faithful readers, my dear friends and family, you obsessive stalkers, would it be absolutely horrible if I did not write about every single detail of my abroad experiences? Would it be so bad if I didn't change a thing? You think about it...and let me know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you love life, life will love you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-6241538029978696359?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/6241538029978696359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=6241538029978696359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/6241538029978696359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/6241538029978696359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/10/katherine-marie-lunt-return.html' title='Katherine Marie Lunt: The Return'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-7497227282885892545</id><published>2007-10-11T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:59:58.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;COMING SOON:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;THE FIRST BLOG POST IN WAY TOO LONG (ALMOST FOUR MONTHS!!!) YOU'LL LAUGH, YOU'LL CRY, YOU'LL WONDER WHAT YOU EVER DID WITHOUT THE WRITINGS OF KATHERINE MARIE LUNT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-7497227282885892545?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/7497227282885892545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=7497227282885892545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/7497227282885892545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/7497227282885892545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/10/coming-soon.html' title='COMING SOON!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-8688711936188349314</id><published>2007-06-14T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:12:44.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...the story of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, it's definitely been a while. Sorry I sort of dropped off the face of the earth for a while there, but I'm quite ready now to begin writing again. In fact, I really have no idea why it's been so long...just me being lazy I guess. Ah...the story of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let's start at the beginning, shall we? Summer was going really great for a while there. I was working as much as my boss seemed fit...which wasn't hardly enough, but I take what I get. It began as two days a week then progressed to four. I'm still told that I'll soon be getting more days than I can handle, but I hardly doubt it. I can handle anything :) Heehee. I was actually getting to spend a decent amount of time with friends. Amy was in Germany and Tiffie was a bit preoccupied. But I still got to hang out with people including all my good old friends and some new ones. I was really liking hanging with the new friends for a while there....but that ended rather abruptly and unexplained. But whatever. I'm over it. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And guess what else?! I was actually running almost every day! Granted I skipped a couple of Sundays because I had church in the morning...and maybe another random day every now and then because I didn't get enough sleep or just didn't feel like it....but still. It was almost every morning that I was up and running. And I was doing SO well too! I could actually make it to my Aunt Alice's house and back without hyperventilating. For those of you who don't know where my Aunt Alice lives it's at the bottom of the hill that leads to the pool on East Main Street. So...it's not really THAT far, but it was great for me because let's face it. I'm not a runner....but for a while there I was...and I was loving it. I was loving summer...until Black Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The events of Black Wednesday could be examined from all angles to determine how exactly it happened....If only I hadn't gone to Jessica's house...if only I hadn't wanted to jump on the trampeline...if only I hadn't stopped jumping in order to watch the road for Andrew...if only Jimmy weren't born. Haha (I'm just teasing you, Jimmy. I love ya!) But no matter how you look at it there's really no reason to stress over it. The fact is I was on a trampeline, landed on my ankle wrong, and badly sprained it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I have since been out of commission...yesterday was the two week mark...at first my entire foot and ankle (toes and all) resembled a huge purple blimp, but it has since transformed to the multi colored, only semi swollen foot that it is now. In fact, my ankle is actually beginning to be normal size again...close, but no cigar. I can get around the house without my crutches now as long as I don't walk around for too long. Since the ankle is still swollen I can't walk unless I'm only putting pressure on the top of my foot, not the heel. But hey, I'm getting there! And I'm scheduled to do the market at work a week from this Saturday. Then I'll be back to work full time and HOPEFULLY soon after that I can start running again...I keep saying that, but in reality it will probably be awhile until I can run again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So of course if I had my way I would not have hurt my ankle, would not have had to miss three weeks of work, and would still be running (and skinny...). I mean, let's face it. This situation really freaking sucks...But life sort of has it's own plans for me...despite what I want. So all I can do is suck it up...or be really depressed and feel sorry for myself...but that's a whole other story...don't ask. lol. So...yeah...that's what I've been up to. I still won't be working this upcoming week so if you want to do something just let me know. Until then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-8688711936188349314?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/8688711936188349314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=8688711936188349314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/8688711936188349314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/8688711936188349314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahthe-story-of-my-life.html' title='Ah...the story of my life'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-3220098919044215968</id><published>2007-05-03T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:37:54.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I just finished my sophomore year of college!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, since I haven't posted since Sunday...and because I just finished my sophomore year of college and am taking a well deserved (yeah right) break...here's a little survey for your reading entertainment...I'm too lazy to actually write something but was bored as heck. Before you start reading though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY A JUNIOR IN COLLEGE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'LL BE HOME FRIDAY NIGHT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS SUNDAY :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now the main event...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BASICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;name: Katherine Marie Lunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;height: 5'1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;shoe size: Depends what kind of shoe…6.5 usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hair color: Red siblings: Christian, Patrick, Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;eyes: blue/gray college: Miami University of Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;jr.high: Perrysville Junior High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;elementary: R.F. McMullen School and C.E. Budd School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hometown: Loudonville, OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite place: Home, grandma and grandpa Henley’s or Put-in-Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite soda: Mt. Dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;game system: Super Nintendo (DONKEY KONG!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite food: Oh man…SO hard…cheesecake probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite book: Honestly…I don’t know if I have a favorite…but I love to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite pen: The pen that John gave me…but that’s not why it’s my favorite. It’s just freaking awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite car: Mini Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite animal: Unicorn. Okay…okay…horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite burger place: Wendy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite hobby: Um…singing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;bar or club: Don’t do either really, but I’d be more willing to go dancing at a club than hang out in a bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite vitamins: Definitely Flintstone vitamins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite show: I’ll go with one that’s still running…Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite news: When my parents told me we were moving to Loudonville…haha…no, I don’t even really remember the moment I got that news…I was probably sad to leave my friends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;gold or silver: silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite dog: dash hounds or pugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cell phone co.: Verizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite shirt: My basketball camp shirt from 7th grade…even though I never played basketball on a school team…and I shouldn’t even have gone to camp because I suck at sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite sport: Um…I loved cheering for basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite alcohol: Haven’t really tried much…I am partial to whiskey in Pepsi though (thanks, mom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite computer: Dell is pretty cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;avorite fruit: Either oranges or purple grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite song: Three way tie between Moon River, Smile by Nat King Cole, and Rainbow Connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ketchup or salsa: ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite milkshake: Yeah…I’m going to have to go with Jamocha Shake from Arby’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;steak or lobster: Don’t like sea food, so steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite color: blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;favorite weather: Marissa and I have a perfect day that usually comes in the spring…sunny but not so bright you need sunglasses, warm but not humid, a light breeze that blows your hair, but not all in your face, and it’s cool enough for jeans and a T-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOU…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;have a crush on someone: Well, kind of I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wish you could live somewhere else: Sometimes, but I really love Loudonville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;think others find you attractive: Sometimes I suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;want more piercings: Nope, I’m good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;like cleaning: I love to clean…so what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;like roller coasters: Not particularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;write in cursive or print: Usually print, but I like to write in cursive sometimes so I don’t forget how. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;last talked to: In person Marissa, through texts Brittany, on the phone mom, on AIM Jimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;last thought of: Brittany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;last cut your nails: Um…two weeks ago I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;last did laundry: Monday night…all by myself because Issa May fell asleep. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;last hugged a tree: It’s been a while… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;last watched anime: Not a big fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;last prayed: I try to pray every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FOR OR AGAINST…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;long distant relationships: I’m all for them if both people are committed enough to make it work because it takes effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;killing people: What kind of question is that?! Of course I’m against killing people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;teenage smoking: Not a big fan of any smoking…it’s bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;driving drunk: Definitely against. That’s why I’m an official designated driver :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;gay/lesbian relationships: To quote Savage Garden…”I believe you can’t control or choose your sexuality” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;soap operas: Oh my gosh! SO funny. Have you ever watched Passions?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAVE YOU…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever cried over a boy: Probably more than I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever been in a fist fight: Haha…no…because I’d lose…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever been arrested: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever had a friend die: No, thank goodness…I couldn’t even imagine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever dated a cousin: You’d think I would have…being related to half of Loudonville and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever used a gun: Not a real one…I don’t think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever finished a puzzle: Yeah, Marissa and I used to fight over who’d get to put the last piece on…even though dad and Patrick pretty much did the entire puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever got surgery: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever got beat up: Marissa used to beat me. Heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever hated someone: I don’t hate anyone, but there are people I dislike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever made a huge mistake: I wouldn't say huge...but life wouldn’t be life without a couple mistakes here and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever tried any drugs: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever jogged a mile: Sure have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHAT…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;shoes do you wear: Different shoes at different times…tennis shoes the most though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;are you scared of: losing loved ones, heights, snakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;do you sleep in: pajamas…why, what do you sleep in, hm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;did you eat for lunch: Here at school usually yogurt, pb&amp;j sandwich, and cheddar jack cheez its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NUMBER…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of times I have had my heart broken?: I’d have to say 1…big one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of hearts I have broken?: I don’t know…probably none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of guys/girls you've rejected?: Let’s see…Dustin Rambacher about 6 times…and then maybe two other guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of drugs you taken: Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of accidents you been in: Zero…knock on wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pretty: I have my good and bad days…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;funny: In a weird way…mostly when I’m not trying to be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hot: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;friendly: I think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ugly: Like I said…bad days sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;loveable: Well, I think so, but my last four boyfriends broke up with me…haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;caring: Very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;dorky: haha…Very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cocky: Not at all…well…maybe about Donkey Kong Country :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;girly: I should hope so because I sort of am one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;boyish: Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;smart: Book smart...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;pimp: Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;angel: Eh…your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;gangster: Heavens no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;god: No…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;five letter word: kinky…come on, it’s a funny word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;comedian: Ellen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;candy: Milky way, white chocolate Reeses, and mike &amp; ikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;cartoon: Family Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;cereal: Cinnamon Toast crunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;day of week: Um…Sunday probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;least fave day: Monday during the school year…no least favorite day during the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;jello flavor: Lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;summer/winter: winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;trampolines or swimming pools: both are pretty sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PERSON WHO LAST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;slept in your bed: Me…that I know of…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;saw you cry: Probably Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;made you cry: John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;you went to the movies with: Josh, Will, Brandi, Amy, and Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;yelled at you: Probably Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;sent you an email: My study abroad advisor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;said "i love you" and meant it?: Yes. It shouldn’t even be said if it’s not meant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;gone out in public in your pajamas?: But of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;kept a secret from everyone?: I’d be lying if I said no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;cried during a movie?: Oh yes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;planned your week based on the TV Guide?: I may watch a lot of t.v. but I’m not THAT dependent on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;been on stage?: Yeah, I miss being in shows…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;been to New York?: No, but I hope to go soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;been to California?: No, but I hope to go before I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;been to Florida?: Yep. I love Disney World :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hawaii?: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;China?: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Canada?: Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Europe?: 4 ½ months!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;apples or bananas?: Um…apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;blue or red?: blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;walmart or target?: Don’t really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;spring or fall?: Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;what are you gonna do after you finish this?: I don’t know…I guess I should finish packing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;what was the last meal you ate?: pb&amp;j sandwich, pringles, and a nature valley bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;are you bored?: Oh yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;last noise you heard?: A bird chirping right outside the window!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;last smell you sniffed?: I think someone ordered pizza…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;last time you went out of state/province?: Um…geeze, it’s been a while…two years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP/LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;do you believe in love at first sight?: I don’t NOT believe in it…does that make sense? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;do you want children one day &amp; if so, how many?: Yes, I want two boys and two girls :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;most important thing to you in a friendship is?: Honesty is definitely important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RANDOM STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;criminal record?: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;do you speak any other languages?: I sort of remember a little bit of Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;name some of your favorite things in your bedroom?: Um…the Ophelia painting, my wonderful water bed…and I’m trying to imagine my bedroom…nothing else is really standing out to me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;piercings and where?: My ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;worst feeling in the world?: DEFINITELY a broken heart, no doubt about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whom you love: All of my family and friends. They’re the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOUR…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nickname(s): Kevin, K, Dr. Kat, Kit Kat, Kathy May June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;initials: KML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;how old do you look?: Young…like 17 or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;how old do you act?: It depends who I’m with and what kind of a mood I’m in :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt; glasses/contacts?: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;braces: From March 27, 1998 – January 9, 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;do you have any pets?: Two cats, Anna (even though he’s MIA) and Greta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you get embarrassed?: Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;what upsets you?: I don’t know…various things…like when people don’t wash their hands after going to the bathroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last night in this dorm room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-3220098919044215968?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/3220098919044215968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=3220098919044215968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3220098919044215968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3220098919044215968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-i-just-finished-my-sophomore.html' title='Because I just finished my sophomore year of college!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-3915056055296505389</id><published>2007-04-29T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:14:46.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My secret is...I finally mailed in a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-3915056055296505389?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/3915056055296505389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=3915056055296505389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3915056055296505389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3915056055296505389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-secret.html' title='My Secret'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-4095885941729823608</id><published>2007-04-26T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:41:25.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Look Good in Bathing Suits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;So this is a little poster that Marissa made of her and I back in September or somewhere around there. We had both gained a little weight and were determined to work out, eat right, and get back to our normal bodies. Marissa is on the right (notice the long hair she used to have) and beside her says, "You're not happy when you eat." lol. Of course, obviously, we didn't mean that all food is bad and that we shouldn't eat at all. We just wanted to be blunt and try to convince ourselves to stop eating bad food. I am on the left (notice the bangs) and beside me said, "You want to look good for your boyfriend." But when John and I broke up she crossed it off and changed it to "yourself." lol. I heart her :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057923388698093122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/RjFahiR9ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/UEmxIcXOf-Q/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I lost about six pounds after the breakup because all food basically made me sick, but of course, I gained it back and by the time lent began we were both more than ready to give up sweets. So after forty days of no desserts and about three weeks of actually going to the rec we were actually doing pretty good. (I actually had that line along the side of my calves! lol). But then Easter came...and let's just say we went on chocolate overload...and now we only have one week left to take advantage of the rec here at good old Miami. So what does this all lead to, you ask...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057926493959448162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/RjFdWSR9ZmI/AAAAAAAAACU/vcNzdIqy1vg/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Heehee. This is Marissa's latest piece of art. I'd say she's gotten better since that first one, wouldn't you? Must be that set design class she's taking...lol. So yeah, Operation Look Good in Bathing Suits has begun and we must be dedicated! No sweets! Going to the rec every day until we leave school! Running almost every day over summer! It is time to feel good about myself and now that I'm finally feeling good on the inside again, it's time to tackle the outside! Woohoo! WE CAN DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;SO looking forward to summer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-4095885941729823608?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/4095885941729823608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=4095885941729823608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4095885941729823608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4095885941729823608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/04/operation-look-good-in-bathing-suits.html' title='Operation Look Good in Bathing Suits'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/RjFahiR9ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/UEmxIcXOf-Q/s72-c/IMG_0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-5316730959425011711</id><published>2007-04-24T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:53:06.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If college consisted of watching Princess Bride and playing Rummy I would have a 4.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's official. I have what the professionals call a case of "extended senioritis." Okay, so maybe it's not a real disease...maybe I just made it up...but seriously. Ever since second semester of my senior year of high school I have really been unable to concentrate on school work. I'll let myself procrastinate hardcore until the night before a project/paper/exam...which leads to more all-nighters than any normal college student should have. In fact, I've even started pulling all-nighters on Sunday nights...Sunday nights! I should be getting all my school work done over the weekend so I can start the week with a good night of sleep. But no...stupid extended senioritis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So I went to bed last night at a pretty decent time I think, about 1 a.m. And it took me at least an hour and half to fall asleep. I don't know what the deal is! It took me even longer to fall asleep Saturday night (2 1/2 hours!) At least I'm dreaming again...even though I had a pretty creepy nightmare last night. Anyway, I accidentally slept through my 8 a.m. this morning...then by the time I got showered and whatnot...I just didn't feel like going to my other class...so Marissa and I each skipped our 3:30 p.m. classes and played a couple hands of Rummy while watching The Princess Bride and eating Tootsie Roll pops. (A little glimpse of what finals week is going to be like). ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;As of now I am completely finished with Journalism, one of my six classes. Since I attended every class I don't have to take the final. Woo hoo! Before finals begin I have one paper and one differentiated lesson plan due Thursday and a current events quiz on Friday. Then for finals week I've got one final Monday, one final Tuesday, one final on Wednesday, one final on Thursday, and then one take home final that's due who knows when. Then Friday morning mom and dad are coming to help us load up all of our stuff and then it's goodbye Miami until January of 2008! Wow! You know, despite being the most awful couple of months of my entire life...this semester went by pretty fast. haha. I hope time slows down for summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Loving this &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; weather!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-5316730959425011711?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/5316730959425011711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=5316730959425011711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/5316730959425011711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/5316730959425011711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-college-consisted-of-watching_24.html' title='If college consisted of watching Princess Bride and playing Rummy I would have a 4.0'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-6728325948444850438</id><published>2007-04-21T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:05:04.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So it's a Saturday night and I'm sitting here alone in the dark listening to Billy Joel and Jim Croce slow songs. Marissa is at a formal with a friend that asked her to go. She looked so pretty. My sister is gorgeous. So I basically wasted the whole day doing nothing, but that's alright. I don't have TOO much to do this weekend...just write a speech basically. It's a refutational speech. I have to argue that it's alright to eat a grape from the fruit aisle in a grocery store without buying the grapes. It shouldn't be too hard to argue...I mean, everyne does it. At least once! Even if you claim you haven't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There is something wrong with the "o" key on my keyboard. I have to press it really hard to work...this happened with my "n" key a while back...it started working again. Hopefully the "o" key starts working again too. This laptop isn't even two years old yet. I got it the summer before I came to college. Wow...I graduated high school almost two years ago...that is crazy. I can't believe that in two weeks I'll be half way done with college...well, actually, I'll probably have to do an extra semester since I'm studying abroad. But thankfully, the extra semester will only be student teaching and I'll be able to do a walk through graduation in June of 2009. Then hopefully I can live at home and student teach somewhere around Loudonville. That would be sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm a little sad right now. Not because I'm alone on a Saturday night or because I'm in a weird mood that resorts me to listening to only depressing songs that remind me I'm single and lonely. lol. I'm sad because I was listening to my saved voice messages on my phone just a couple of minutes ago (I have 13 saved) and realized that my favorite message was deleted. It only saves them for 23 days or some random number like that so if I don't go re-save my messages every so often then it deletes them. So it deleted my message and I am VERY sad about it. It was the message from the night before my last day of high school. It's a voice message of Marissa, Amy, Tiffani, and I singing "Build Me Up Buttercup." It's a long &lt;a href="http://kml12.blogspot.com/2005/05/best-possible-way-to-spend-my-last.html"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;...some of you might remember it. But now I'm very sad because that was my "pick me up" voice message. Whenever I was feeling sad or lonely or stressed or if I missed the girls all I had to do was listen to that message and everything would be alright. Now I don't know what I'm going to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's life I guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. Brian and Will are both cute blondes. Sorry for the misunderstanding from the previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-6728325948444850438?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/6728325948444850438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=6728325948444850438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/6728325948444850438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/6728325948444850438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And So It Goes'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-1553740314354035538</id><published>2007-04-17T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:41:25.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Bombs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;You know, I've never really been a big fan of blondes. No offense, of course, to Will and Brian or any other blonde guys I know ;) It's not that I dislike ALL blonde guys, I'm just usually more attracted to dark haired guys. I mean, everyone knows about my obsession with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0089217/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;? And if you don't then you've been living under a rock for the past, oh, I don't know, four years! But I'm just saying...between Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise I'd say...well...Brad Pitt...but that's just because Tom Cruise is freaking CRAZY! Okay, that was a bad example. How about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0368530/Ss/0368530/5621.jpg?path=gallery&amp;path_key=0368530"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;James &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0368530/Ss/0368530/5621.jpg?path=gallery&amp;amp;path_key=0368530"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lafferty over Chad Michael Murray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;? Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0362359/Ss/0362359/ethwalksryan2.jpg?path=gallery&amp;path_key=0362359"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Adam Brody over Benjamin Mackenzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But despite my dreams of tall, dark, and handsome men..there are the occasional blondes that drive me as crazy as Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah's couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ryan Gosling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;, for instance. Oh. my. God. A mix of the sensitivity of Noah Calhoun from the Notebook, bad boy Richard Haywood from Murder by Numbers, and the goofy Alan from Remember the Titans. How I wish I were the lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Rachel McAdams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;. Actually...even if she weren't dating Ryan Gosling I'd still want to be her...she's gorgeous! Anyway...also on my list of blondes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004936/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ben Foster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;. I admit he was a little geeky in the t.v. show Flash Forward, but when he starred in Get Over it he wasn't looking so bad...and THEN came roles such as Angel in X-Men. WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;So let me just say...that despite my tendency to prefer dark hair over blondes...let me just say that the new Bachelor is AMAZING! I mean, not only does he have the muscles, the smile, and the eyes...he's got it all! Plus, he's a navy man (actually, he's sort of like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070903/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hubbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Also, he's a doctor, a gentleman...he's got a sense of humor and a heart of gold! How can one man be so freaking perfect?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054428549984222274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/RiTv_Jhm_EI/AAAAAAAAABs/zjERLcTL3c8/s320/Bachelor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am so very envious of the girls on that show who get to compete for his heart...but then again...if I were on that show then I would be single at like 24 years old...I don't really want to be single at that age...I mean, if I had things my way I'd be married by 24...But considering my life these past six months...it's not really going my way. haha. I'm not even going to have a boyfriend during Christian and Kate's wedding this summer...that sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But anyway...what was my point...? Oh yeah...I've been single for the past six months and now I'm reduced to writing blog entries about how hot guys are...lol. Wow...um...so...anyone wanna makeout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-1553740314354035538?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/1553740314354035538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=1553740314354035538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1553740314354035538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1553740314354035538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/04/blonde-bombs.html' title='Blonde Bombs'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/RiTv_Jhm_EI/AAAAAAAAABs/zjERLcTL3c8/s72-c/Bachelor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-8979481026505461817</id><published>2007-04-15T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:40:48.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BILLY FREAKING JOEL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well...as most of you know, this past Friday was the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Joel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;BILLY FREAKING JOEL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;concert! I'm sure all of you are VERY jealous, so I'll let you in on some of the highlights of the AMAZING concert! :) Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We were about 40 minutes late for the concert because we had to drive all the way to Mansfield to pick up mom, then got stuck in traffic in Cleveland, then it took us about 10 minutes to find parking, then we misunderstood the valet guy's directions to the theatre and walked way out of our way. I had to shout across the street to a group of guys to ask where the place was. Let's just say we got our workout running around the streets of Cleveland. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When we finally got to the place, we had missed the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/my+life_20072858.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;but that's it. Our seats weren't too bad I suppose...we were pretty far back, but at least it wasn't the nosebleed section. I mean, we had a perfect shot of the stage...lol. The piano man sang for about an hour and half, including some of my favorite songs. The list goes as follows (though not quite in the right order...):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/vienna_20073033.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He gave us a choice of three songs and this was the one people cheered for the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/the+entertainer_20072993.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Entertainer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/2/billy_joel/shes_always_a_woman.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She’s Always A Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Love this song, but not quite as much as &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/2/billy_joel/shes_got_a_way.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She's got a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(I was so hoping he'd sing that one...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/dont+ask+me+why_20072906.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allentown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t Ask My Why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/movin+out_10151234.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Movin’ Out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;He dedicated this song to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Imus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's because he was fired and therefore had to "move out"? Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/an+innocent+man_20072863.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Innocent Man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Actually Billy Joel stood up and started singing the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stand_by_Me_(song)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stand By Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Then he said, "That's not my song...but I wish it was." Haha! Then he went right into &lt;em&gt;Innocent Man&lt;/em&gt;. It was freaking awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/big+shot_20072905.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Big Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; Oh my gosh...he doned a backwards baseball cap and did some questionable "gangsta" hand guestures...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/the+river+of+dreams_20072931.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New York State of Mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;River of Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyriczz.com/lyriczz.php?songid=5097"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Zanzibar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;You know...Jack Black mentions a restaurant titled Zanzibar in the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tenaciousd/fuckhergently.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuck her Gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;I wonder if it's a restaurant to Billy Joel's song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Highway_to_Hell_(song)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Highway to Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;lol...I know what you're thinking. This is not a Billy Joel song...but he let a member of his road crew come out and sing it. haha. He went by the name of "Chainsaw" and he was pretty good. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/you+may+be+right_20072916.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You May Be Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;This would be when Marissa, Mandy, and I stood up and started dancing and rocking out. We couldn't get mom to join us...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/we+didnt+start+the+fire_20072985.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We Didn’t Start the Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;Just so you know...it is a personal goal of mine to learn ALL the lyrics to this song... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/its+still+rock+roll+to+me_20072888.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Still Rock and Roll To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;After this song Billy Joel said, "Goodnight, Cleveland" and left the stage. The lights went out and everyone got out their cell phones and started waiving them to try to get him to come back out. It totally worked, thank God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/only+the+good+die+young_20073029.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Only the Good Die Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; I LOVE THIS SONG! But oddly enough...I am the type of catholic girl that Billy Joel is singing about. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/scenes+from+an+italian+restaurant_20073030.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenes from an Italian Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/piano+man_20072898.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Piano Man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Of course, he always ends with this song, I'm sure. EVERYONE was singing along :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So needless to say it was an AMAZING concert! Billy Joel sounds just as good live (if not better) than he does on his c.d.s. The money was TOTALLY worth it! Best concert I've been to! (Okay, so I've only been to one other concert...) But this one was still freaking AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh, and just some random information...did you know that Billy Joel's third wife, whom he married in 2004, is a 26 year old named Katie Lee. He met her when she was a senior here at Miami University! She was his waitress at one of the restaurants uptown, 45 east! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Peace out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-8979481026505461817?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/8979481026505461817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=8979481026505461817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/8979481026505461817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/8979481026505461817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/04/billy-freaking-joel.html' title='BILLY FREAKING JOEL!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-3352318251720250536</id><published>2007-04-13T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:15:43.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Katherine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Office of International Education has reviewed your application and accepted you for the Miami Royal Holloway Semester in England...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is pretty much the best day of the year so far!England, here I come!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-3352318251720250536?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/3352318251720250536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=3352318251720250536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3352318251720250536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3352318251720250536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh happy day!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-7974959237636679593</id><published>2007-04-11T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:33:16.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after a wonderful weekend at home for Easter I came to an amazing realization...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DaShadow1500:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HOLY CRAP K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DaShadow1500:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ur living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DaShadow1500:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wtf is wrong with u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;katherinel12:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;katherinel12:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am! I'm living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;katherinel12:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yay for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DaShadow1500:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lol im glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;katherinel12:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me too.:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;katherinel12:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's about damn time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DaShadow1500:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i agree!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DaShadow1500:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just living the way I should be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;                             &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-7974959237636679593?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/7974959237636679593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=7974959237636679593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/7974959237636679593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/7974959237636679593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/04/livin-for-me.html' title='Livin&apos; For Me'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-3172932068067210074</id><published>2007-04-03T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T17:55:40.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes Peter Cottontail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, I am thoroughly disappointed because I just found out that the temperature is going to drop down to the 30s this weekend AND there's a possibility of snow or snow flurries but what's the difference, either way it's NOT spring weather! Grr! I know we didn't have much of a winter, but seriously. Let's move on. LET IT BE OVER! I enjoy spring. It's nice. The flowers bloom, you can smell the rain before it comes, and the wind blows gently, messing up my bangs (which I am keeping for now in case you were curious).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Whoa, speaking of weather. It is definitely going to start pouring any minute....wait for it...there it goes! I so called that. It is crazy windy and it's even thundering and lightning out too. IT's actually quite beautiful. Reminds me of summer...even though it's spring...Anyway, as I sit here listening to Tom Petty &amp; the Heartbreaker's Free Fallin' I am in a really good mood because the rest of my week is basically a breeze from here. I have a presentation Wednesday and another one Friday, and then a possible impromptu speech Friday also, but other than that, smooth sailing. Last week was basically hell and so was the weekend and so was yesterday. Let's just say I pulled two all-nighters in a row. But enough of that! I say, a good night of sleep tonight is definitely deserved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So now that hell week and weekend are over I am so totally PUMPED! Want to know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1. Easter weekend! Woohoo! So far possible plans include lunch and bowling with the girls, party at Daubert's (maybe just as Designated Driver...), all day Sunday at grandma's, and NO drives with one, Mr. Hansen (Ha ha, just messing, Will) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. Lent ends this weekend! WOO HOO!!!! I haven't had any sweets in SO long. And I've been SO good running and working out and eating healthy. It's reward time, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;3. Billy Joel Concert on April 13th! Words cannot express how excited I am!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4. After this week, I only have 4 weeks left of school!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. And in 4 weeks...my birthday! Soon I won't be a teenager anymore! Hard to believe, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;6. In four weeks I will be having 4 1/2 months of the BEST summer EVER! (At least I hope...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;7. THEN 3 months studying abroad at the beautiful Royal Holloway University. England, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Isn't life just &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-3172932068067210074?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/3172932068067210074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=3172932068067210074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3172932068067210074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3172932068067210074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/04/here-comes-peter-cottontail.html' title='Here comes Peter Cottontail!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-780105922084033628</id><published>2007-03-28T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:41:26.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Bangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So as all of you should know (if you've seen me in the last 9 months) last summer I decided to go for it, and get bangs. They were a little hard to get used to at first, but now that I pretty much have them under control, they've sort of grown on me. Amy Dot said that now whenever she pictures me she always pictures me with bangs, as if I always had them. Britt Brat has liked them from the very beginning (even though at first they made me look really young). So the feedback has mostly been positive...but recently another one of my friends said that I should "lose the bangs." So now I'm beginning to second guess the whole bang situation (especially since summer is almost here and it gets freaking hot with these things over my face...).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the question is...do I keep the bangs for a little while longer or should I let them grow out? And I expect everyone who reads this silly thing to respond! And if you don't respond on her then tell me in person or on the phone or through a text message or facebook or myspace or send an owl. 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Now be my friends and let me know what you think &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-780105922084033628?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/780105922084033628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=780105922084033628&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/780105922084033628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/780105922084033628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-as-all-of-you-should-know-if-youve.html' title='Battle of the Bangs'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/RgsnVLRO1lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H1yKF753Lb8/s72-c/img_0444+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-8615204483469891093</id><published>2007-03-26T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:53:46.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond, James Bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper410/stills/m2w0g0j9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper410/stills/m2w0g0j9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This past weekend I went home and finally got to watch the new James Bond movie, Casino Royale. I admit that I was a little worried at first about Daniel Craig being Bond. It wasn't really anything personal against him because let's face it, he is one good looking man. Didn't you see Lara Croft: Tomb Raider? But as much as I love Daniel Craig (and love looking AT him) I wasn't sure if he was the right choice to be Bond. And I feel bad saying it, but I was one of those people who simply thought that Bond shouldn't be blonde. I mean, he's just always been the tall, dark, handsome brunette....and I'm not a big fan of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Other than being a bit judgmental of Daniel Craig as Bond, I was extremely pumped about seeing the movie, and actually had high expectations. Mainly because there's no way it could possibly be any worse than the last Bond movie, Die Another Day, which was so ridiculous I wanted to cut off my own foot just to have something to throw at the t.v...okay, so maybe not...but I think you get my point. So I am happy to say that Casino Royale is a GREAT movie and Daniel Craig is a GREAT James Bond! Of course, nobody can top Sean Connery, but I'd say he's easily the second best. He was just so perfect for the young and wild agent who is just promoted to 007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So after watching the movie I became curious about the Bond movies. And it is pretty much a goal of mine now to see every James Bond movie. Six different actors have played Bond in the 22 movies. Curiously, the newest Bond movie they're working on is under the production name of Bond 22...when in reality it 's the 23rd. Either way, the list goes as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0055928/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dr. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1962) - Sean Connery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057076/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;From Russia with Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1963) - Sean Connery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058150/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Goldfinger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1964) - Sean Connery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059800/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thunderball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1965) - Sean Connery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0062512/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You Only Live Twice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1967) - Sean Connery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0064757/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;On Her Majesty's Secret Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (1969) - George Lazenby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066995/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Diamonds are Forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1971) - Sean Connery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070328/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Live and Let Die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1973) - Roger Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071807/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Man with the Golden Gun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1974) - Roger Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0076752/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Spy Who loved Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1977) - Roger Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079574/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Moonraker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1979) - Roger Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082398/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For Your Eyes Only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1981) - Roger Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086006/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Never Say Never Again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1983) - Sean Connery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086034/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Octopussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1983) - Roger Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090264/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A View to a Kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1985) - Roger Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093428/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Living Daylights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (1987) - Timothy Dalton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097742/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Licence to Kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1989) - Timothy Dalton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113189/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;GoldenEye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1995) - Pierce Brosnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120347/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tomorrow Never Dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (1997) - Pierce Brosnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0143145/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The World is not enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1999) - Pierce Brosnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246460/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Die Another Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(2002) - Pierce Brosnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0381061/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(2006) - Daniel Craig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0830515/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bond 22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(coming out in 2008) - Daniel Craig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So yeah, another thing to add to my list of things to do before I die...anyone up for a James Bond themed movie night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-8615204483469891093?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/8615204483469891093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=8615204483469891093&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/8615204483469891093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/8615204483469891093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/bond-james-bond.html' title='Bond, James Bond'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-2840687290837440303</id><published>2007-03-22T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:40:27.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play it again, Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't think I could ever stress enough how much I love music. And let's be honest. I have more on file than I have time to listen to. Well, earlier today I couldn't decide what sort of music mood I was in so I decided to take a look at all the playlists I have created. Looking through them I have no idea what I was thinking when I made some of these lists. Obviously a lot of them are just my favorites songs and artists, but a fair amount are very random songs that I just felt like listening to at the time (Blink 182?!). Either way though, they're my playlists and they make me happy (well, most of them)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;50s favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - If I could have grown up in any other time period it would have probably been the 50s (or the late 30s/40s during the swing dancing days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;All Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/10/play-that-funky-music.html"&gt;Remember when I had intended on listening to every song on my laptop...?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Barenaked Ladies Favorites&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- I need more of their c.d.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bedtime Mix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- a mixture of the Eagles, Journey, and Scorpions that I used to listen to at the beginning of freshman year to help me fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Billy/Jim slow songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Billy Joel and Jim Croce. Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Break Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - The songs I listened to over and over again 24/7 in the weeks after John and I broke up. Let's just say they're not very happy or optimistic...(Song most played: Lost without your love by Bread)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I tried to get into a Christmas mood, but it never really happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Eagles slow songs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- LOVE the Eagles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Elton John favorites&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- Another great piano player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Guy loves girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- a mix of all those silly romantic songs I used to listen to in Junior High like I don't want to miss a thing by Aerosmith and I Swear by All For One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Instrumental&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- a couple of songs that I listen to while I'm doing homework so I'm not distracted by lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Journey slow songs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- LOVE Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Michael Buble slow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- He has the most amazing voice...reminds me of the oldies Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Missing John&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- A mix of Boston, Styx, and Beatles that I made when John left for college and I listened to every time I missed him (basically 24/7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nap Mix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- a couple of the classics, consisting of Etta James, Tony Bennett, Nat King Cole, and Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oldies slow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- The 50s brought some of the most romantic songs ever (Earth Angel!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Queen Favorites&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- I don't care what sort of bad experiences you may have had, only CRAZY people don't like Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Rut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- a very random mix of songs that comforted me when things were starting to go bad a couple of months ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sick List&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- Another very random mix of songs for when I wasn't feeling well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sleep deprived&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- Probably close to 100 loud and upbeat songs that kept me awake and sane during finals week of freshman year (Most played song: Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Slow Beatles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- The Beatles have insight into my soul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Will's c.d.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- I keep meaning to make this c.d. for Will with all the songs that remind me of him and our friendship...but our friendship sort of fluctuates up and down so I have yet to give it to him. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Welp, that's all I've got. Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-2840687290837440303?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/2840687290837440303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=2840687290837440303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/2840687290837440303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/2840687290837440303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/play-it-again-sam.html' title='Play it again, Sam'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-15345161274745375</id><published>2007-03-20T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:57:11.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now for a fit of randomness brought to you by yours truly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How do Miami University girls run miles and then still look cute? After I run I look like I have major sun burn on my face. Red face + red hair = Don't look at me until I cool down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Denise Richards had snow shipped into L.A. during 80 degree weather for her daughter's birthday. You've GOT to be kidding me! That's like something from off t.v....like Full House! (Seriously, it happened...) Come on! Do something beneficial with all your money, Denise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Summer is probably my least favorite season...yet I'm REALLY looking forward to it this year! And since I'll be studying abroad in London next semester (yeah, that's right!) then I'll have 4 1/2 months of summer. Woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just saw the movie trailer for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End on t.v.! And I searched all over the internet and couldn't find it :( Oh well...May 25th! Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm really mad that they cancelled the show Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. It was really cool! AND it had Matthew Perry! I want to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;This Anna Nicole Smith death has really dragged on and on...I'm sorry she's dead...but seriously...let her rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My friend, Bri Lipian (Bri Hansen from High School) is having a baby girl! I'm SO incredibly happy for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My boss wants me to work the Shaker Heights market in Cleveland this summer. CLEVELAND? Seriously? That means I'd have to wake up REALLY early on Saturday mornings, drive to Wooster to get the bread, drive to Cleveland to sell the bread, and then drive back to Wooster. That would be crazy...especially since I wouldn't have any company this time...yeah...I'll probably do it anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If I were a celebrity I would totally be on the show Dancing with the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I tried on my bridesmaid dress for Christian and Kate's wedding. It's pretty and I'm SO pumped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Why can you only save 15 text messages on your phone? Come on! You can save lots of voice messages why not have more space for texts? (I probably have close to 15 voice messages saved...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My horoscope in this magazine says: "A romantic puzzle will be solved this week when you ask the right question." Hm...I think the real puzzle is who do I ask the question to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, well of course I have tons of school work to do...I just couldn't resist the urge to procrastinate as usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-15345161274745375?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/15345161274745375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=15345161274745375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/15345161274745375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/15345161274745375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-3060912366631719066</id><published>2007-03-18T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:41:26.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/Rf3oWaw-ouI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H6I4IgJx45k/s1600-h/Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043442629564343010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="222" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/Rf3oWaw-ouI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H6I4IgJx45k/s320/Shoes.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am totally head over heels in love with these shoes! And true love lasts a lifetime so I pretty much should definitely buy them. They're 4.25 inches! Which means when I wear them I'd be like 5'5'' or more! Sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-3060912366631719066?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/3060912366631719066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=3060912366631719066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3060912366631719066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3060912366631719066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-love.html' title='In love!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/Rf3oWaw-ouI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H6I4IgJx45k/s72-c/Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-1504472513666212178</id><published>2007-03-11T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:41:27.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophia Katherine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/RfTG--aMEsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DMrpWHqOjKo/s1600-h/Twins+and+Sophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040872668141458114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/RfTG--aMEsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DMrpWHqOjKo/s320/Twins+and+Sophia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This last Saturday night was a wonderful night indeed. I met my new cousin, Sophia Katherine. Well, actually I don't know if cousin is the correct term. There might be some particular name...but she is my cousin's daughter. Anyway, that doesn't matter. The point is, she has red hair! And she's so BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering. She was not named after me. We were both named after my great-grandmother (my dad's grandma).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-1504472513666212178?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/1504472513666212178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=1504472513666212178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1504472513666212178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1504472513666212178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/sophia-katherine.html' title='Sophia Katherine'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/RfTG--aMEsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DMrpWHqOjKo/s72-c/Twins+and+Sophia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-4174103329519940272</id><published>2007-03-09T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:34:01.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah...Friday morning. The ground is slightly frosted and there is a perfect breeze which hints the beginning of spring. Walking slowly to enjoy the morning sun, the newfound feeling of freedom is upon me. Yes, it is indeed that glorious Friday, you know the one, the one you've been waiting for since returning from Christmas break. For college students, it is known as many things: The end of a hell week consisting of midterms and papers, the time you realize you're really ready for summer, and to Miami students, the day after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Beer_Day"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green beer Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;. Yes, that glorious Friday, the day Spring Break begins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I am SO incredibly excited about Spring break! Where am I going, you ask? What are my plans, you wonder? Well, quite frankly, I'm not going anywhere and I don't have any big plans. I am just going to relax, sleep, and have some good old fashioned fun! I will be working a bit at Broken Rocks, helping my mom in her classroom, spending time with family, and hanging out with friends! And that's all that I care about! Who needs to go to Florida where it's warm? I don't! (But mostly just because I wouldn't be caught dead in a bathing suit right now. Heehee).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So here I am rocking out to some sweet Spring Break appropriate music such as "I Feel Good" by James Brown and "I want to break free" by Queen. (And for those of you who think that "rocking out" is not something Katherine Lunt is capable of doing then you're highly mistaken.) Because oh boy, it is 10:30 a.m. and I'm done with classes and in t-minus 4 1/2 hours I will be on my way home for one wicked awesome week! Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enjoying life's sweet nectar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for the first time in a real long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-4174103329519940272?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/4174103329519940272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=4174103329519940272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4174103329519940272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4174103329519940272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-good.html' title='I feel good!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-64839522201922530</id><published>2007-03-06T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:19:04.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset vs. Sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How city are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x] I've been to Starbucks more than once in my life (Yet I don't drink coffee...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I link arms whenever I walk with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x] I shop at AE, A&amp;F, or HCO (Just AE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I own 2 or more polo shirts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I will never be caught without my cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x]I straighten or blow dry my hair on a daily basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I wear flipflops no matter what the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I own an oversized pair of sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I own 1 or more pairs of ripped jeans/skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x] I layer my shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TOTAL: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x] When I'm not drinking starbucks I prefer water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I get annoyed with tom-boys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I own an oversized bag or purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I have seen every episode of Laguna Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] My new addiction is 8th &amp;amp; Ocean or the Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x] I say "lol" in every sentence of every online conversation (well...almost every. lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I wear large necklaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I own an iPod/mp3 player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x] The internet (That is NOT just a city thing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x] one of the sports I play/played is Football,Baseball,Basketbal,Cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x] have more than 1 IM screen name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I have said "lol" "or down load on me" in a real conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[x] I love shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I shop whenever I have a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[ ] I own a bathing suit that cost 100 dollars or more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TOTAL: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Add x's and multiply by 3..................Total: 30%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How country are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] owned a horse (I wish!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] owned land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] been 4wheelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] said "ain't"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] been cow-tipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] been deer hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] been swimming in a lake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] caught a fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] seen a deer get skinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ]skinned a fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] gone muddin (I want to...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have worked on a ranch or on land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have lived in a house in the middle of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have eaten duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] have went swimming in a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] driven or have owned a truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] own a rebel flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] like to fish (I don't dislike it...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have a funny accent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have a pair of cowboy boots (I so want a pair though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] own/owned a cowboy hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] own/have owned a big dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] sometimes say "y'all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have gotten made fun of for sayin "y'all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] know almost every country song (Not EVERY song...but a lot...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Total:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have dipped/dip snuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] go to church on sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] owned/own a bird/dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have riddin a horse to somewhere in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have gone on a field trip to a farm/ranch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] have eaten deer meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have shot a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] own a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] park your vehicles in the yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Total: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] have gone shopping...for a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] get the kid(s) in your family a toy gun for christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] wear long sleeves even in the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] know what stirrups are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[x] have fed the deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[ ] had dog named Bociefus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Total: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Add x's and multiply by 3...........Total: 39%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This sucks...I don't belong in the city OR the country....Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-64839522201922530?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/64839522201922530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=64839522201922530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/64839522201922530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/64839522201922530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunset-vs-sunrise.html' title='Sunset vs. Sunrise'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-4865957286432549011</id><published>2007-03-04T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:11:54.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scuttle and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Last night I went to Buffalo Wild Wings for the reunion of my ENG 304 class last semester. Now I know what you're thinking, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"What kind of an odd college student would want to attend a college class reunion?"&lt;/span&gt; Well, I wanted to attend! I even passed up a trip home to go! I know, hard to believe! Well, this wasn't just any ordinary class. This was pretty much the best class ever. The subject, you ask? Well, it was called Backgrounds to Composition Theory and Research. Let's just say it was an Education/writing class. I had to do this huge portfolio with tons of my writing in it for the midterm. I was pretty proud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well, this class was amazing. The professor was the one and only Don Daiker (pronounced diker...), a 70 year old man who resembles Scuttle from the Little Mermaid. He has the thickest and most wild eyebrows one has ever seen, and however much we loved him, the class often made comments referring to tying him down and taking a weed wacker to his eyebrows (All for his own good, of course). But despite his bushy eyebrows and old age, Don still has the heart of a young college student, with the life wisdom to go with. He may have taught us how to be better teachers, but mostly he taught us how to be better people (It sounds mushy, I know, but it's true). Needless to say I become fairly close to Don and many of my classmates, so this reunion was going to be awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I arrive twenty minutes late because of course, there are no buses going up town at the time and I had to turn around and come back to my dorm after walking for five minutes or so because I forgot my cell phone. Once I get there, only three other girls have arrived, and by the time the whole party gets there only seven girls from the class (including me) plus Don are there. It turns out this was a really busy weekend for most people...so it wasn't as excited as I'd hoped it would be, but of course, any chance to see my old friends is a good time to me. And although I only got to talk to them for about an hour before I had to leave it was very interesting to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;One by one Don would ask us how we were, and we'd shout across the table as loud as we could what we've been up to. (I don't know if you've ever been to Buffalo Wild Wings, but that is one loud place, especially when you're trying to talk to a 70 year old man with bad hearing.) So when it came to my turn Don looked at me and shouted, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"So, Katherine, how are you? Are you in love?"&lt;/span&gt; Now normally this would seem like quite an odd and personal thing to say to one of your former students, but you don't know Don and his class. Personal was normal, personal was expected. You see, the reason Don asked me specifically was because during the approximate 3 1/2 month span of his class I went from being happily and madly in love to being shot in the heart to the point where I couldn't even go one day without bursting into tears. At the time, Don knew this, so did my classmates. It was personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccffff;"&gt;So here I am, all eyes on me, and Don is asking if I am in love. I want to say, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Yes, but I'm waiting to get over it; I HAVE to get over it because he doesn't feel the same way."&lt;/span&gt; But I can't say that. It's been four months. Hearing that is just depressing, and I'm so sick of being depressed and people seeing me depressed. So instead I say, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"I'm working on loving myself."&lt;/span&gt; Which is basically true. I haven't loved myself these past four months. I want to get back to the person I loved before I had my heart ripped into a million pieces. The truth is, I'm in love with the wrong person. I need to be in love with myself. So that IS what I'm working on. And all this may be too personal to share with all of you, but with me, personal is normal, personal is expected. So if you're going to read, it's what you're going to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-4865957286432549011?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/4865957286432549011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=4865957286432549011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4865957286432549011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4865957286432549011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/scuttle-and-love.html' title='Scuttle and Love'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-1973275627717730970</id><published>2007-03-01T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:51:38.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>urge (n): an involuntary, natural, or instinctive impulse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I came out of class today and it was raining...not just sprinkling, but it wasn't quite pouring. I had an umbrella in my backpack, but I didn't get it out. It's not that I was too lazy to reach back, unzip my bag, and get the thing. It's just that I didn't really feel the need. I just wanted to let myself get wet, to let the rain fall on me. And it's nothing I can explain. Sometimes I just get these sudden urges to walk in the rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...to get in the car and drive to nowhere in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to scream at the top of my lungs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to smile for no reason at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to dance!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to practice some of my old cheerleading cheers or dances&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to kiss someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to just lay in bed doing nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to go home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to skip class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to write&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to eat chocolate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to get on the Miami bus and ride around watching people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to call the one person I shouldn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to stay up really late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to get dressed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to play Donkey Kong Country&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to say something I shouldn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to be happy like I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sudden urges...good or bad? Should you give in or fight with all your might? Maybe we're not supposed to think about it. Just go with the flow...Take it easy...You know, I think I finally understand that phrase. At first I wanted to punch a wall every time I heard it. Take it easy? Yeah, right. Nothing about life was easy then. But now...yeah, I think I'm okay with that. I have a sudden urge to just...take it easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-1973275627717730970?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/1973275627717730970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=1973275627717730970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1973275627717730970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1973275627717730970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/03/urge-n-involuntary-natural-or.html' title='urge (n): an involuntary, natural, or instinctive impulse'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-6660787033365163427</id><published>2007-02-27T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:26:22.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Marissa asked me the other day what my top five favorite c.d.s were. So I looked carefully through my lap top music selection and finally narrowed it down to six c.d.s (I don't like odd numbers...). Then she said that I couldn't count greatest hits because they weren't the real c.d.s from that artist...just a mixture of their songs...but if I didn't count greatest hits than I would only have two top favorite c.d.s...so I said screw that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So here are my top six favorite c.d.s (in alphabetical order) that I could listen to over and over again and never get tired of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Billy Joel - The Essential Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;2. James Taylor - James Taylor&lt;br /&gt;3. Jim Croce - Classic Hits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Queen - Greatest Hits Volume I&lt;br /&gt;5. The Eagles - Greatest Hits Volume II&lt;br /&gt;6. The Killers - Hot Fuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Correctly alphabetized thanks to Dad) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Of course, I discluded movie soundtracks because they're not just one artist, but a mixture of artists. However, if I were to include soundtracks then obviously my favorites are the Love Actually soundtrack and My Best Friend's Wedding soundtrack. Although I'm digging the latter more now because it's more about losing love or not having love as opposed to being in love like the Love Actually soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sidenote: Don't you just love how music can express your very thoughts and emotions in simple lyrics?! I freaking love music! It rocks my world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Response to Marissa's comment because blogger is still being stupid and not letting me comment on any other blogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I decided no Beatles because 1.) There are too many great Beatles c.d.s and I wouldn't be able to choose and 2.) I admit that although I love Beatles with all my heart, there is not just one c.d. of theirs that I love every song and could listen to over and over again no matter what mood I'm in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-6660787033365163427?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/6660787033365163427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=6660787033365163427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/6660787033365163427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/6660787033365163427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-six.html' title='Top Six'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-4110376206309323233</id><published>2007-02-26T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T02:47:31.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporarily Out of Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have pulled more all nighters this semester of college than I ever have in my entire school career. In the early years of high school I would only stay up all night for huge projects such as the Cytology project in Biology. Then of course came a series of all nighters for the research project in 11th grade. And eventually it came to the point where I'd study non-stop with practically no sleep for two days prior to every Government test. Last year for college it began...pulling all nighters for almost every single exam AND major paper. But now...it's not just the exams and papers...it's homework too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't get much sleep. Really it's my fault, but I won't get into a big procrastination spiel again (Happy Marissa?). The fact of the matter is...I have never minded pulling all nighters before. In fact, it's always made me feel a little more studious, like I'm just a hard worker. Really...that's not it. I never minded all nighters because I always had someone to talk to on AIM to keep me company. Really...I've always thought that a decent conversation is well worth a sleepless night. I mean, let's face it. In five years would I rather look back and think "Ah...so many restful nights" or am I going to think "That was one nice conversation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love sleep just as much as the next person. In fact there are times I just want to sleep through entire days...It's just that now...all nighters aren't worth the trouble. It's just me taking my dear old time doing the work that should have already been done. There's no one to talk to anymore. Nobody who is also staying up late to do a last minute lab report or study for an exam. I miss knowing that there are people like me who hate school, but stay up ridiculously late just to keep their grades up...but most of all I just miss the company. I miss feeling like someone looks forward to talking to me. It's been a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-4110376206309323233?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/4110376206309323233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=4110376206309323233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4110376206309323233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/4110376206309323233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/02/temporarily-out-of-order.html' title='Temporarily Out of Order'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-8868619995165023490</id><published>2007-02-19T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:49:08.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinators Unite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So I have this weird habit of always wondering exactly what I was doing a year ago to the day...and of course one of the best ways to answer such a question is to look at my old blog posts. So I just went back to February of 2006 and you will NEVER believe what I found. The post is all about how I am so stupid because I can never make myself do homework when I go home for the weekend even though I have SO much to do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-wrong-with-me.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-wrong-with-me.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Why is it so unbelievable that I wrote such a post at this exact time last year you ask? Because I am in the exact SAME situation right now. I just went home for a wonderful three day weekend, but had SO much crap to do. I have a 4-6 page paper due tomorrow and an exam bright and early in the morning, but even though I took home an entire bookbag full of stuff to work on I didn't accomplish a single thing! And here I read that a year ago I also went home for the weekend with the intention of writing a paper and studying for an exam, but of course I didn't do any of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;So I guess from one aspect it's weird that exactly a year ago today I was in the EXACT same situtation...but then again...I'm ALWAYS procrastinating whether I'm home or here...so it's not so unbelievable after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In other news, I had a wonderful weekend home despite the fact that I completely screwed myself over. I went bowling with Marissa, Josh, and Will and bowled my highest ever! 108! Woohoo! It's odd...usually I only bowl like once every year or two...but it's only the second month of the new year and I've been bowling four times! Wow! I also finally got my cell phone fixed. For the past month and a half the sound has been broken and I couldn't hear it ring or anything. But my dad got a new speaker and fixed it himself so now, finally, after so long I have the joy of hearing my wonderful ringer, Accidentally in love. I missed it so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well, I suppose I better get started on that paper I have to do...even though I'd much rather sleep or do ANYTHING else! Oh well...don't you just love college? (Or hate it with a fiery passion...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-8868619995165023490?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/8868619995165023490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=8868619995165023490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/8868619995165023490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/8868619995165023490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/02/procrastinators-unite.html' title='Procrastinators Unite!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-3284214969362750591</id><published>2007-02-15T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:34:38.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, I'm a little late for a Valentine's day post. And considering last year I went a little overboard (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/02/ode-to-valentines-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/02/ode-to-valentines-day.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;) with the crazy romantic love mumbo jumble...I think I'll take a more subtle approach this time around. So this isn't one of those "Valentine's day is so special and love is magical" things...this is the truth....a tribute to that innocent, naive, girl I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Falling in love may be easy, but to stay in love and make a relationship work isn't peaches and cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's a reason romantic comedies always end when the boy and girl get together. You don't want to see what happens afterwards because it would be real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just like it takes two people to make a relationship work, it takes two people to make a relationship fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Only you know when it's really time to end the relationship or not. No one else can tell you what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just because you don't want it to end, doesn't mean it shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You may not want to give up love, but you can't always get what you want. Sometimes you have no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No matter how many comforting words people can say, nothing can ease the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And there’s no sugar coating it. You’ll be in pain for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just because they leave you, doesn't mean you let them go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;They'll still be in your thoughts, your memory, your dreams, even your prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like to think that's when you know you're really in love...when they break your heart, yet you pray for their happiness more than your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And that's another thing...that phrase...the breaking heart...people don't even understand....You don't uderstand unless you really KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a cliche. They say your heart breaks because it REALLY does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your heart is in a million pieces. And even if someday you piece them all back together again, it won't be full because some of the pieces are missing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;They're missing and you'll never get them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But even though you may be barely breathing, you're not dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it's entirely possible to be pessimistic and optimistic at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because the truth is, that's life. You've got to take the good with the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The good is that eventually you'll be happy again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The good is that you had the chance to be happy at all, even if it did end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life may be bad, but you have to believe that it will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What other chance do we have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So Happy Valentine's Day to those who are in pain. Happy Valentine's Day to those who have no hope. And Happy Valentine's Day to those who will someday eventually be happy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-3284214969362750591?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/3284214969362750591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=3284214969362750591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3284214969362750591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3284214969362750591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/02/tribute.html' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-3602364249477154634</id><published>2007-02-12T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T01:15:56.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG...I'm it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I personally wasn't tagged, but I saw this in my cousin, Josh's, myspace blog and I just had to jump in the game of tag because let's face it, it's pretty much the most awesome game ever! It's especially fun in Wal Mart, I might add...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So for this blog tag you just need to name seven weird things about yourself or habits that people don't know about you. So here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. I hate strawberries, but I like most strawberry flavored food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. My biggest pet peeve is wet socks...I hate them! If I get a sock wet I immediately change into new socks, and if I'm not around a fresh pair of socks then I have to get the other sock wet too...so I'm semetrical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;3. Whenever I'm bored or nervous or just any time really...for no reason at all I always hum the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy...I've been doing it ever since we sang it in high school choir my freshman year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. I have spent years trying to perfect the art of drawing a star without cheating and having the lines show up in the middle (I'm almost there...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;5. I turn off sink faucets and open bathroom doors with a paper towell (Germs, people! They're everywhere! And you'd be surprised how many people don't wash their hands after using the restroom...it's quite disturbing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Frosting is my comfort food...if I'm depressed hide the frosting because I'll seriously eat spoonfuls at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. I want to name a daughter Chrysanthemum (I'm sure a lot of you already knew that one...but it's pretty weird so I had to include it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, there you have it. Seven things that only convince me more that I am one weird girl...and it's no wonder I don't have a Valentine. Ha ha... So if anyone wants to continue the game of tag just go for it! Don't wait to be personally tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-3602364249477154634?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/3602364249477154634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=3602364249477154634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3602364249477154634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/3602364249477154634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagim-it.html' title='TAG...I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-1389384226731967719</id><published>2007-02-11T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:51:33.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it with computers always needing to upgrade things? I have had this blog now for I think three years this summer. Of course, I've actually only been writing in it for maybe two, but still...it's the whole concept of me actually having the decency to have a blog for a whole three years. That's a long time. And I understand that the blogger website is capable of upgrading their website, but why should I be forced to upgrade?! It's my blog and I don't like change! It isn't always good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember the last time that AIM upgraded. I decided that I didn't want to upgrade because I liked the old AIM just fine. I repeat, I don't like change. So many of my friends upgrade to the new AIM and they don't even like it. They complained about it. And now everytime I talk to someone that has the new AIM I have to change the color of my font because my pretty white lettering doesn't show up on their stupid new AIM. Now isn't that a waste of an upgrade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of upgrading stupid computer things that don't even need upgrading why don't they instead upgrade things that we could benefit from? For instance, let's upgrade the food in the vending machines down in the basement of my dorm. How about we get some Pringles and Mike &amp; Ikes in there? Those two things alone would be a huge improvement. And how about some chocolate milk in the beverage machine? I am a growing college student! (Well...not technically...I'm pretty sure I'm stuck at 5 foot 1 unil the day I die...unless I shrink with old age...that would suck).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how about upgrading Music Jukebox so I can actually download music? That would be pretty sweet. I have a whole freaking lot of music on my laptop, but sometimes I'm just not in the mood to listen to any of it! Half of it reminds me of people and stuff that I need to just freaking stop thinking about (But that's a whole other story). If I could download music then it would save so much time. I wouldn't have to go to yahoo music and sign in and then search for the songs I want to hear only to find that they don't have them. And I know what you're thinking. "Katherine, there are other programs that you could use to download music." But I can't. They mess up my computer. So work with me, music jukebox. Upgrade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess there really was no point to this ramble. I just went to sign into my blog with no real idea of what to write about and it made me upgrade...and I was doing so good avoiding it for so long. I am so mad at blogger right now. I have half a mind to switch to xanga. But that would be just stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-1389384226731967719?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/1389384226731967719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=1389384226731967719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1389384226731967719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/1389384226731967719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-blogger.html' title='Stupid blogger'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-117080532837883718</id><published>2007-02-06T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:49:22.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six million dollar question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I took a little time recently to look through all of my old blog posts, and was surprised to see that there was actually a time when I was writing something new at least every other day. I have always really enjoyed writing and continue to do so, yet I also noticed that I have written a total of eight blogs in the past three months. EIGHT?! In THREE MONTHS?! What is wrong with me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, that seems to be the six million dollar question these days. Or at least it's what I'm constantly pondering with almost every single thing I do. I used to dream every night, but now only manage one every couple of weeks. I have always hated doing school work, but at least before I could actually force myself to do it earlier than midnight the day before it's due. I used to actually keep in contact with people...now the only text messages or phone calls I receive or send are Marissa or my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What is wrong with me?! I don't know! You'd think that after three months I would at least be back on my way to being me again. The other day I accidentally missed my 8 a.m. class for the second time and went into my professor's office hours to explain that I've been having troubles waking up to my alarm because I stay up really late (usually 4 a.m. on those nights when I miss class). I had intended on simply telling her I have a problem falling asleep and waking up, but I ended up breaking into tears crying FOR NO REASON AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me. I want to be happy so bad. I want to be the old Katherine. I know I can't be the Katherine I was those six months, yet I can't go back to being the Katherine I was before those six months. I love that Katherine. She was great. Why can't I be her again? Lord knows I want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;If you miss the old Katherine then please, help bring her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What did you like about her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The new Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-117080532837883718?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/117080532837883718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=117080532837883718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/117080532837883718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/117080532837883718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/02/six-million-dollar-question.html' title='Six million dollar question'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116925216050275962</id><published>2007-01-19T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:45:20.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A terrible loss for Put-in-Bay, a wonderful gain for Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can remember going up to Put-in-Bay when I was very young. We had finished the cabin and would often spend lots of time there over the summer. Being young, there wasn't a whole lot for Marissa and I to do, but we found our ways of having fun. I can remember going swimming in Lake Erie, wearing water shoes because the rocks were sharp. I remember going down into Perry's Cave at least once every summer, and sometimes the Crystal Cave (though I haven't been down there for years and years). I remember riding on the tour train multiple times just because my "Uncle" Chip was the driver. I remember having a pop and lemonade stand at the end of our lane with my cousins when they'd come with us for a short while. They used to make Marissa and I attract customers using our adorable "twin" qualities. I remember getting season passes for the carousel, and riding it over and over again, and often times fighting over who'd get to ride the fish with the worm in his mouth. I can even remember going fishing once with my dad and brothers. I think it was the one and only time I've ever seen someone catch a fish in person. My dad threw it back, but it died anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But of all the memories I hold dear to my heart, there are some that will always be the most dear to me. Riding our bikes down that long road past the Miller Boat dock; the wild flowers blooming and the train tracks ready for some adventure. That small one story house that will forever have the distinct smell of childhood happiness, even when I go there today. The gumball machine in the kitchen, the comic strips on the fridge that would change with every passing summer, the binoculars in the dining room that we'd use to look out at the lake to see the boats going by. I remember the chess board underneath the table in the living room, and that fuzzy carpet that we spent many nights watching Carpool and Who Framed Roger Rabbit while the adults went out for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember the carousel horse in the hallway right when you walked in the front door. I remember running immediately to my cousin's old bedroom to play with her old barbies, which were kept in the third drawer down on the left side of the dresser. That blue room with the twin beds that we had always considered our own because it's where my sister and I always slept when we stayed there before the cabin was built. I can remember climbing down the stairs, which were always covered with green plants that had overgrown on top of the deck, to get near the water. I remember awaiting eagerly for the paths to be ready so we could go trailing through the "woods" to find the train tracks. And there will never be a sunset more beautiful than from the view of the hammock in the backyard, the one that he used to lay on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember him. His youthful smile that lit up the room, his round belly that was usually covered with a Put-in-Bay shirt, and suspenders, that went along perfectly with his train conductor hat. He would always wear it when he drove us around in his train, the one I felt like he built just for us, though I know that he enjoyed it just as much, if not more than us children. I can remember getting the pleasure of riding with him in the old cars during the parades. We'd throw our candy and wave to the crowd while he drove with pride, smiling like a child who had just opened presents Christmas morning. He was always smiling because he had it all. But we were the blessed ones because we had him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time has gone on now, and we have all grown up. These memories are all I have of him...But I'll never forget my childhood spent with him on that wonderful island where adventures were found and magic occurred. That magic was in him and his youthful and loving character; so full of life, fun, and love. And although the island will never feel the same I can continue to remember the good times and the way things used to be. I learned from the best to hold onto my childhood and never let it go. I'll never let him go. Lord, watch over him like I know he's now watching over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To one of the greatest men I'll ever know; the man I've always admired and will forever love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We'll be missing you, Uncle Skip. Thank you for being apart of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116925216050275962?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116925216050275962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116925216050275962&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116925216050275962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116925216050275962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/01/terrible-loss-for-put-in-bay-wonderful.html' title='A terrible loss for Put-in-Bay, a wonderful gain for Heaven'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116895940299234656</id><published>2007-01-16T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:56:43.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before you criticize someone walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them you're a mile away AND you have their shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not an impatient person and am hardly ever in a hurry unless of course, I sleep through my alarm (or the sound on my cell phone stops working and my alarm doesn't go off-- but that's a horse of a different color). So it's not that my time is so precious that I don't want to waste it walking on the sidewalks to class...I just don't see the point in using the sidewalks when there is a large grassy area that leads me directly to my destination. It just seems silly to me really to walk in a triangle when I can walk in a straight line...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So walking through the grass almost every day you'd think I'd learn my lesson that it's ALWAYS going to be muddy. No matter what the weather is. I don't know why it is like this, but how convenient that I don't remember this piece of information until I hear the squishing between my feet. It's not that I am one of those girls who doesn't like to get dirty...honestly...I don't mind. But I just bought these tennis shoes two and a half months ago and they look like my other two year old shoes already... Logically, I should just stop complaining, clean my shoes and avoid the grass, but it probably won't happen. They're shoes. They're supposed to get dirty....and I really just don't care enough to really do anything about it. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In other news, it is finally snowing in Oxford. You know what that means! Winter has finally reached Miami University! Bring on the furry boots, ridiculously long scarves, and oversized sunglasses!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totally ready for winter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Even if it is over a month late&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116895940299234656?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116895940299234656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116895940299234656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116895940299234656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116895940299234656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/01/before-you-criticize-someone-walk-mile.html' title='Before you criticize someone walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them you&apos;re a mile away AND you have their shoes'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116829622416297906</id><published>2007-01-08T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:57:13.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, here I am...back at good old Miami University after a wonderful Christmas break. It went by so incredibly fast, but it's alright. Hopefully that just means that these next four months will go by just as fast and I'll be back in Loudonville for summer before I know it. I just love being home so much...it's a wonder why I don't just drop out of college and work at Broken Rocks for the rest of my life. Ha ha... So, let's see...what did I do over break...I certainly don't want to bore everyone with the details, so I'll just keep it simple with a short summary of the highlights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw the musical Cats in Columbus with my family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made hard tack and chocolate covered pretzels with the Henleys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to Put-in-Bay to see my aunts, uncles, cousins, and their adorable children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a bunch of wonderful stuff for Christmas and went shopping with my gift certificates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a gingerbread house party and made a pretty sweet gingerbread house!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went clubbing in Cleveland!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went bridesmaid dress shopping for my friend's wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw four movies in theaters: Marie Antionette, Eragon, The Night at the Museum, and The Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I worked at Broken Rocks about three or four times a week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got to spend some quality time with my favorite girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spent New Years with the wonderful Joshua Robert Sommers and William Samuel Hansen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went bowling twice and actually hit 100 for the first time ever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overall, I'd say it was a pretty freaking awesome break and it was exactly what I needed after such horrible last two months. I suppose things are looking up in the happiness department...at least they were a smidge better when I was home...hopefully it just gets better with time...even though I'm away from my family and friends again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of being back at Miami...I had my first day of classes today. I have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;four classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays and two classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Unfortunately I have 8 a.m.s every day of the week...I suppose this is a test to teach me to get to bed earlier. I hope I don't fail...but it's going to be hard to wake up for these classes when my stupid cell phone won't make a sound...the volume or speakers or something is all screwed up...I'll have to use Marissa's phone as an alarm for the time being...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think my classes so far are going to be too difficult. I just really need to concentrate on school and work on keeping my grades up. I did pretty well last semester. It was one A+, one A, two A-, and one B-. Not too bad I suppose...but it would be really great if I could manage all As this semester. I think I'll make it a personal goal of mine. I can just include it with my New Years resolutions...which are pretty good this year. It seems like a lot, but they're all pretty small and easy to accomplish...nothing too impossible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Years Resolutions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop cussing (I don't do it too often, but for some reason I've been doing it more recently and I just want to go back to the time when I didn't need to cuss)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read more books (I got five books for Christmas!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read the bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write more (Now there's a good stress reliever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accomplish more things on my List of things to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to more music (I have so much music that I have never even listened to...it's sad because it's good music too...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write more letters (I love getting letters, why wouldn't other people?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exercise and get in shape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I suppose that's all I have to say. Since one of my New Years resolutions is to write more, hopefully you can all count on me to get this blog back in action. I should really try to write at least every other day....we'll see though...I can at least promise I won't let a week go by without some form of writing. I at least owe you that after such a horrible two months of practically nothing. Thanks for bearing with me everyone. And especially thanks for being there for me, even if you didn't realize you were.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Back into the swing of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And looking forward to being myself again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116829622416297906?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116829622416297906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116829622416297906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116829622416297906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116829622416297906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116588255721816833</id><published>2006-12-11T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:15:57.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sitting here working on my huge portfolio due Wednesday, and as usual my mind is somewhere else. My mind...I can't control it. It won't think about what I want it to think about. It won't do what it knows it should. It goes when it wants and doesn't come back until much after I actually needed it for something productive, like schoolwork. It is constantly thinking. I can't get it to stop. It's impossibe to not be thinking about something, but why does it have to think the things it does? Is it trying to torture me? Does my mind hate me? I'm beginning to think it does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It tricked me. It made me believe that everything was great and right in the world. Has your mind ever doen that to you? Have you ever had one of those break-taking single perfect moments where everything was right in the world? I have. Many times. But you know what, everything isn't perfect in the world. Even then it wasn't. I just thought it was perfect because my mind was playing tricks on me. I know it wasn't real. Why then, do I wish I could go back to that time when everything did feel right in the world? I suppose because I'd rather have naive hope than cynical reality. Nonetheless, my mind has other plans for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to be genuinely happy again. How do I get to that point? How long will it take? I'm a happy person. I swear I am. I'm an optimist. At least I was. I'm a strong person. Maybe I was wrong. I just don't know anymore. I don't know! I hate those words. They aren't an answer for anything. They're an easy way out. I still use them...I always will. I hate them, but I know that as unanswering as they are, sometimes they're the only answer you can give. I don't know why my mind won't let me stop thinking. I want to stop thinking. Then I could actually just get over it and move on. I wish it were that easy, but it's my mind...It runs the show and there's nothing I can do about it...but continue thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to sleep the days away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least then I wouldn't be thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116588255721816833?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116588255721816833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116588255721816833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116588255721816833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116588255721816833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/12/losing-my-mind.html' title='Losing my mind'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116544121235449235</id><published>2006-12-06T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:40:12.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And a year later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So finals week is almost upon me...and I have much to do. I'm half way through an eight page writing assignment, I have a five page paper to write, a portfolio to do, a short story to revise, and three finals to study for. I'm trying to manage my time wisely, but we all know how crazy it is to concentrate during crunch time...So needless to say I've been doing my fair share of procrastinating (Go figure). Last night I was looking through some old blog entries and I found one from exactly a year ago today, December 6, 2005! And how appropriate, it was all about procrastinating, and included one of those good old surveys about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I thought what better way to procrastinate than to update a survey I did a year ago and see how many of the answers have changed. And that's exactly what I did. Some of my answers stayed the same and some changed. If you want to check out the old answers then you can click here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kml12.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-really-dont-want-to-continue-working.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;http://kml12.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-really-dont-want-to-continue-working.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;. And if you want to see the new answers then just look below! Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;::51 things you didn't know about me (Or maybe you do...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. What is your middle name? Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Last person you kissed? That would be my last boyfriend...whom I still love…but who doesn’t love me anymore…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? Cold December by Matt Costa and other Christmas/winter music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Last two digits of your phone number? Still 41...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Last thing you ate? Some Honey Roasted Peanuts...yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Last person you hugged? Marissa when she went home this past weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. How is the weather right now? Not very wintery, and I'm mad! Where's the snow?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mom, I was telling her what my professor thought of my short story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Physical quality would still have to be their smile. When I see a nice smile, I can’t help but smile too. If we’re talking about characteristics I would have to say their ability to make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. Favorite type of food? Well…since Marissa and I are still having our no dessert bet then I’m going to have to say dessert. Any kind! Chocolate! Cheesecake! Cow tales! Yum…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. Do you drink? I think this means alcohol. I will drink very rarely, and when I do it is only one small drink at a time and it’s always when I’m at home, not at a party. I have never been drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. Do you smoke? No way! And I’m very thankful that soon people won’t be able to smoke in restaurants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. Ever get so drunk you don’t remember what you did? No, thank goodness. Personally I don’t see what’s so fun about that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;14. Hair color? I like to call it dull red. It’s not as pretty as Marissa and mom’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;15. Eye Color? Um…I’d say blue/gray…nothing extraordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;16. Do you wear contacts? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;17. Favorite Holiday? Only the best holiday ever, and it’s almost here! Christmas time, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;18. When's your birthday? May 6, 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;19. Have you ever cried for no reason? Oh yes, I think a good cry every now and then is healthy…but recently I’ve been crying for a specific reason…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;20. Last movie you watched? Um….let me think…I’ll go with the last full movie I watched, which was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;21. Last time you were at work? Just this past Thanksgiving break. It was nice to be back. I’ll probably work some over Christmas break too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;22. Last time you were out of your town? I’m going to refer to “your town” as where I am now, which is Oxford. So the answer is when I went HOME to Loudonville for Thanksgiving break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;23. Last time you went bowling? Um…it has been a long time…I do believe that it was Christmas break last year with Miss Tiffani Martini and Marissa Grunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;24. Something unusual about you? Well, last year I said that I couldn’t wink, but now I sort of can (even though it’s not pretty to look at). So I’ll have to say that something unusual about me is that I don’t like strawberries, but I do like certain strawberry flavored things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;25. Favorite breakfast food? Yeah…not a big breakfast person. I have been eating A LOT of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal this year…only it wasn’t for breakfast…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;26. Favorite color? Blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;27. What are you afraid of? Losing a loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;28. If you could take a trip anywhere, where would it be? Um…I think England…and actually I will hopefully be studying abroad there next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;29. What books are you reading? Unfortunately none at the moment…over Christmas break I do plan on reading The Da Vinci Code and hopefully some other books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;30. Piercings? I just have my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;31. Favorite movie? Yeah…if you know me at all you know it’s very hard for me to pick just one favorite movie, but I’m going to have to say that Pirates of the Caribbean is still way up there. Johnny Depp AND Orlando Bloom, come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;32. Favorite basketball team? I’m still going to have to say the LHS basketball team from my senior year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;33. What were you doing before you filled this out? Actually being productive! Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;34. Any pets? Well, Anna is officially an outside cat now, but we have TWO new baby kittens! Pepper is a long haired calico with mitten paws! And Ginger is a long haired orange and white cat. They’re sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;35. Instant Messenger name? You probably all have it, especially if you are reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;36. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn? Oh…butter popcocrn…you rock my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;37. DOGS OR CATS? Definitely a cat person, but I can stand some types of dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;38. Favorite Flower? Still Chrysanthemums39. Have you ever been caught doing something you weren't supposed to? I’m sure I have, but I can’t think of anything specific…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;40. Are you single or taken? That’s funny. Last year I answered “single, but not by choice.” And I'd have to say that still fits for this year…go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;41. Have you ever loved someone? Yes, with all my heart…and it was the most wonderful thing anyone could possibly feel. I am so thankful for having the chance to love that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;42. Who would you like to see right now? My parents, at least I know that they won’t just stop loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;43. What's your occupation? No occupation just yet…still an English Education major though…and feeling a bit more confident about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;44. Have you ever fired a gun? Um…I still don’t know if it was a real gun or not…Danny DeVault had it at one of Matt’s bonfires back in high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;45. Do you like to travel by plane? I can’t really say because I’ve only been on a tiny plane for like 5 minutes on the way to Put-in-Bay in the winter. That is going to make it extremely difficult to be on a plane for such a long time if I study abroad next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;46. Right-handed or left-handed? Right, but I wish I were ambidextrous. That’d be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;47. If you could be with someone right now, who would it be? Um…well I always want to see my family and my girls, but honestly I think Josh and Will because Marissa and them had a lot of fun this last weekend, and I felt left out because I stupidly chose to stay here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;48. How many pillows do you sleep with? I sleep with one pillow under my head, but I lay on my stomach, sort of on my hands…so I really barely use it…um...nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;49. Are you missing someone? Yes, I miss someone probably too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;50. Do you have a tattoo? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;51. Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings? Nah…not anymore. If I can I like to sleep in on Saturdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess not a whole lot has changed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procrastinators Unite!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116544121235449235?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116544121235449235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116544121235449235&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116544121235449235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116544121235449235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-year-later.html' title='And a year later...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116525443860052731</id><published>2006-12-04T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:05:44.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And since I'm not quite up to my full writing potential yet...a little light reading for you....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Chasing Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Exit 95. My eyes shift quickly from the tattered red Ford truck ahead of me to the illuminated green glow of the digital clock – 10:24 a.m. It has been four exits and three hours since I left the near empty gas station where I refueled my car and filled my stomach with the refreshing coffee from the machine. It was supposed to taste like French Vanilla, but had reminded me more of the off brand coffee substitute my grandmother used to buy with the coupons she would receive in the mail. My 2002 Toyota Camry seemed to be steering itself as I successfully switched lanes to make room for the merging vehicles coming up on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As the speedometer makes its way back down to 60 mph I feel a tickle in my nose and sneeze almost uncontrollably, twice. I remember reading somewhere that it’s impossible to keep your eyes open during those few seconds when you sneeze, and I wonder how many minutes I’ve spent with my eyes closed so far during the journey. For the past couple of days I have been dealing with a minor cold that was so inconveniently given to me by a coworker. Glancing through the rear view mirror at my usually tidy backseat I cringe at the sight of dozens of used white Kleenex that had been rolled into soft balls and tossed behind me. Due to the absence of a trash bag of any sort, the little balls of white are randomly spread around the car, lying on the tan leather seats, shoved into the side pockets of the car door, or placed on the floor, hidden from view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s unusually bright as the sun shines through my windshield, and I have to squint slightly as I feel for the visor and pull it to the left side of the window without removing my eyes from the never-ending stretch of road ahead. I’ve had my car for months now, but I can still detect a pinch of new car smell, even through the cheap coffee that I had finished over 130 miles ago. Steadying the wheel with my left hand, I use only my right index finger to turn on the radio and switch from station to station until I hear a familiar song. A case full of c.d.s lay in the passenger seat next to me, but I opt for the radio instead because I’d rather leave the music selections up to an infinite source. “Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter” softly reverberates from the speakers and I’m immediately taken back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it’s alright,” he sang along mockingly to the Beatles tune. The music bounced off the walls of the bus as it trekked along Main Street on the late February night. It was nearing the end of winter, but tonight the snow was gliding sweetly from the sparkling sky, like angels coming down from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Hey, I love this song,” I said shivering from the cold breeze that creaked through the constantly frosted windows. My hands, possibly the only warmth in my entire body, were shoved into the pockets of my black pea coat and I played with the ball of tissues inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Well, I love you,” he pulled me closer to him and kissed my rose tinted cheek. After a moment of silence a cloud of cold air escaped from my mouth and I let out a gentle, “Really? Are you sure?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“One hundred percent positive,” he nodded his head in a definite manner. Not wasting a single instant I replied with four words that I was already so sure of, “I love you too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Justin and I had met nearly two months ago at my cousin’s 21st birthday party. Being one of the only freshmen amidst the crowded zoo of upperclassmen, I didn’t really notice him until half way through the evening when my obviously intoxicated cousin introduced him as “the dude who sits behind me in Calculus.” For the rest of the night I stood facing his 5 foot 11 physique, fixing my attention on his chocolate brown eyes. They were the color of every other person’s at the party, yet the simplicity of the brown against the rest of his features made them unexpectedly unique. With his arms crossed firmly across his chest, you could see the outline of the blue veins flowing across the discrete muscles that glistened even in the dim light. His broad shoulders arched forward with every movement he made, and every time those dimples formed into that wide mischievous smirk I couldn’t help but smile myself. There was nothing extraordinary about his appearance, but I sensed something in him that the naked eye alone couldn’t see and though I’m not quite sure what it was, I was hooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you want to read more, just let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully soon I'll be back to my old writing crazy self...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116525443860052731?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116525443860052731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116525443860052731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116525443860052731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116525443860052731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/12/preview.html' title='A Preview'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116467577748762154</id><published>2006-11-27T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:09:08.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful for Breaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, unfortunately Thanksgiving break has already come and gone. I had such an amazingly great time, even though I had just a bit of trouble with all the ex boyfriend memories (you know, I really hate that word...ex boyfriend...it sounds so harsh...so final). So I got hardly any work done on my eight page research paper and ended up staying up til 5 a.m. last night finishing it so I could turn it in this morning, but hey. It's all good. No worries! (Other than all the other crap I have to do between now and Christmas break...) So I won't go on and on about every single little detail about my break because we all know how boring that is...I'll just give you a little idea of how great it was... using pictures! Yay! Everyone loves pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/1600/IMG_1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/1600/IMG_1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/320/IMG_1329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wednesday night I went to the movies with Amy Dot, Tiffani Martini, Marissa, Brandon, Will, Josh, Greg, and his girlfriend. We saw the movie Happy Feet! It was so wonderful! First of all, it had penguins, which are adorable and it made me want to get up and dance! I laughed more just watching that movie than I have in the past month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/1600/IMG_1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/1600/IMG_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/320/IMG_0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thursday I spent the whole day at my grandma and grandpa's house eating lots of yummy food and playing games and just having a grand old time with my wonderful family, especially my wonderful cousin, Brittany Marie McMullen. She's pretty much the coolest person I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did I mention how much yummy food I ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/1600/IMG_1326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/320/IMG_1326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got to spend time with our two new adorable kittens. We spent almost the whole weekend trying to decide on names and I think we finally ended with Ginger for the white and orange one and Pepper for the calico one with mitten paws. (Personally, I think that she looks more like a Nutmeg, but that's okay...) We got everyone to agree on Pepper so we better stick with it. They're so cute, I can't wait to spend more time with them during Christmas break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/1600/IMG_0307.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/320/IMG_0307.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I went out to dinner with all the beautiful loves of my life: Tiffani, Ashley, Marissa, Bri, Amy, and Beth (who is taking the picture). We ate at Applebee's, then got yummy ice cream at Cold Stone. Then we went back to our house and oddly enough...looked at wedding dresses and engagement rings...geeze. Last year we were playing the ha ha game and this year we're planning our freaking weddings...I don't want to grow up! Let's just play with some barbies or something, darn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, that was my break in a nutshell. It was so great and it was too short. Now I'm overwhelmed with work and stuff...but I'm sure these next 2 1/2 weeks will go by very fast and then I'll be home again...where I belong. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is it Christmas yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm always happy during Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116467577748762154?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116467577748762154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116467577748762154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116467577748762154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116467577748762154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-thankful-for-breaks.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful for Breaks!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116363676051363034</id><published>2006-11-15T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:27:26.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess it just poured out of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Today would have been our six month anniversary. I was looking at my calendar and had to scribble it out because apparently I had written it in back when he may have actually loved me. Not a day has passed since the break up that I haven't cried. I thought I was doing fine, but as it turns out, I was wrong. The tears come too easily. Was I naive to believe that my dream guy, the one I liked all through high school, could actually be the one? Was I stupid for falling in love so easily? In my defense, you can't help who you fall in love with. It's not something you can control. And it's not like I wish I'd never fallen in love iwth him in the first place. I don't regret it, even after all this pain. I don't regret the few months of pure bliss where I would wake up every morning thinking how lucky I was. Who would? It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. At least that's what they say. I believe it. Back when I thought he loved me was wonderful. Does it matter that it may have all been a lie? Does it matter that he fell out of love with me? Does anything matter anymore? You'd think I'd want to blame him. It's his fault for leading me on, it's his fault for not giving it a try. I can't blame him. You can't be mad at someone for doing the right thing. I don't want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn't love me enough to try or someone who doesn't even love me period. I don't want him to be in a relationship that he doesn't want to be in. That wouldn't be pleasing to anyone. For a week and a half I'd been listening to music, sad music about heartbreaks and love (I wasn't strong enough for the hopeful songs). I haven't listened to any music at all in the past two days. I guess I'm just sick of it all. I'm depressed. I'm heartbroken. I am more miserable now than I have ever been. The music is beginning to sound like broken records. No matter what the lyrics are saying all I hear is "he doesn't love you." It's all that goes through my mind. I think of all the great times we had. "He doesn't love you." I look at the pictures and read the old text messages and letters. "He doesn't love you." I cry because I can't stop loving him. "He doesn't love you." Get over it, move on. It's over. It will never be the same. I know that it was the right thing to do. I want him to be happy. He's a great guy, the best I've ever known. He deserves to be happy. If it wasn't me making him happy it should be someone else. I know that. I know that I'll get through this with time. I've seen enough to know that. It's just going to be bad and hurt worse before it gets better. I have to face the facts. I have to convince myself that he doesn't love me. Nothing else will help me get through this. Even though right now I can't truthfully say that I want to get through this, that I want to get over him. His smile still makes me weak in the knees. His laugh still makes me want to never stop joking. I am amazed by him, I always was. Just seeing him makes me want to fall into his arms. But I can't. Those arms aren't mine anymore. They're no longer safe. I don't feel safe anymore. I have a lot of wonderful people who love and care about me. I am so unbelievably grateful for them, but still all those people who do love me doesn't make up for the one who doesn't. I have to accept it, I have to move on. I have to stop crying (I don't want to...). I have to stop expecting to see his name come up every time I get a phone call. I have to stop looking at all the stuff that reminds me of him. Which is impossible because everything screams his name. I can't escape. I can't hide. And I can't do anything to make the tears stop. "He doesn't love you. He doesn't love you. He doesn't love you." The more I say it the more I try to move on. It's not happening yet. It won't for a while. Patience is a virtue. I waited all through high school to have my chance with him. I waited months for him to loosen up and not be so shy. It seems only right that I had to wait until he was brave enough to end it. It seems only right that I now have to wait to get over him. it's not going to be easy, but that's just the way it is. Break some hearts, have your heart broken, there's no avoiding it. I know that. I know a lot of things...all except why he doesn't love me anymore (if he ever did...) And that is something I may never know, but it doesn't really matter either way. "He doesn't love you." From the moment the words came out of his mouth until the day I'm really alright that's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116363676051363034?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116363676051363034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116363676051363034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116363676051363034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116363676051363034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-it-just-poured-out-of-me.html' title='I guess it just poured out of me'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116274038802225167</id><published>2006-11-05T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T10:26:28.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess that wasn't enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know we always had each other baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that wasn't enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, but here in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give you the best of my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, needless to say...I may not be posting for a while...I don't think I'll be in the mood...I'm sorry for those of you who like to read this thing...hopefully you keep reading once things get better...Um, I really don't have much else to say...I'm just trying to get through the days until Thanksgiving break, or Christmas break for that matter...I hope they come fast because I really just need to be home right now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything will be alright...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116274038802225167?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116274038802225167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116274038802225167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116274038802225167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116274038802225167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-that-wasnt-enough.html' title='I guess that wasn&apos;t enough'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116224327325439802</id><published>2006-10-30T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:30:11.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is such a BEAUTIFUL fall day today! I didn't even need a jacket and the wind was blowing the perfect amount, enough to blow my hair, but not make it all crazy and messy. You can actually hear the leaves falling off the trees, and while you're walking they float around like that plastic bag in the movie American Beauty. It's like it was raining leaves! One came and landed in my hair. It made me smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel sorry for people with ADD or ADHD that look at MySpace because those MySpace pages look so freaking busy and confusing! (I hate MySpace)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a 37 out of 50 on my Physical Science exam, which is basically how bad I usually do...but still...there was that little optimistic part of me that hoped maybe this one time I actually did better...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marissa and I were very discouraged when we realized that there have only been ten weekends since we've been away at school. We've spend six of them at home, and only four actually here on campus. But we won't be going home until Thanksgiving so it will even out by the end of the semester. Time is going by so freaking slow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have not eaten sweets in about two weeks. Marissa and I have a bet going. Whoever eats sweets first has to pay for the other one's cheesecake when we reward ourselves at the end. I can't wait! Yummy! You can buy me White chocolate chocolate mousse cheesecake, Marissa. Heehee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to write a short story by a week from tomorrow. I am screwed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marissa and I had a debate about what we did last Thanksgiving break. I have three forms of proof that we went to see the movie Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with Amy, Ashley, and we met with Scott, Matt, JK, and his friend, but Marissa claims that she went to Scott's to see Matt. We might have concluded that we got home Monday night instead of Tuesday, but it's still debatable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes me happy when people comment on my blog. Thanks so much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a toy car in my box of Frosted Flakes cereal...anyone want it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to go to the restroom...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am back now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're getting a kitty! We finally talked my parents into it! Yay! Sorry Anna...I still love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marissa just said "God, I love country" very sarcastically because Keith Urban is playing on my mix list. lol. She's so funny sometimes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have listened to about 200 of the 2,000 plus songs on my list. This is going to take a while to actually listen to all of them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives was on last night. Does anyone else think that the chick who was warning Bree about her new husband really teamed up with her friend and Bree's new husband's ex wife to make it look like he killed her when really the chick killed Monique, her husband's mistress, and tried to make it appear that it was Alma so that she could get out of her marriage?! Anyone?! No?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have homework to do. Darn it. I better get started.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was random...oh well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace out! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116224327325439802?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116224327325439802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116224327325439802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116224327325439802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116224327325439802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116197512416807534</id><published>2006-10-27T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:54:42.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Even though I was slightly afraid of the dark when I was younger I used to like it when the electricity went out, I still do. I remember one time the whole family was at my grandparent's house and the grandchildren played hide and go seek in the dark in the basement. I can also recall my dad and mom teaching Patrick, Marissa, and I how to play BS in their bedroom with only my dad's battery work light to see what we were doing. And possibly my favorite memory of the electricity going out was when I learned how to play Hearts by candlelight. It was my dad, mom, Patrick, and I all sitting at the kitchen counter, and I beat them all my very first game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So like I said, I enjoy when the electricity unexpectedly goes out just as much as the next person, but when I'm at college trying to study for a huge Physical Science exam and the electricity goes out my feelings have a tendency to change. There I was sitting at my desk at 7:45 p.m. reading my text book, trying really hard to actually understand waves and motion when all of a sudden the room went dark. For some odd reason my laptop and internet was still working fine. I discovered this last year, yet I still don't understand how...So thankfully, I still had one battery operated light that I keep by my bed on the top bunk. Determined to keep studying, I used this little light to continue reading...for a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;After my internet went out, I couldn't get a hold of Marissa who was at the theater, so I went out into the hall and tried to get some information. Apparently it was all out over the county and they weren't sure how long it would take to turn back on. While trying to figure out what to do some people were screaming at the window. There were some streakers outside running around the quad. I ran up to the window to catch a glimpse of the naked guys (No, not really. I didn't care, I was too worried about my exam). Still determined to study, I went to the Goggin Ice Arena with a couple of girls from my hall, and we studied there because it was lit with a generator. While there we found out that a semi had hit a transformer and the electricity was indeed out all over the county. The electricity came back on and then off again a couple of times before we had to leave when the building closed, but when we came back to the dorm it was still out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I continued to freak out about my huge exam that I already wasn't ready for before the electricity went out Marissa and I kept working on some homework in the hallway, having only the dim emergency lights to see with. Just as the noise in the hallway was becoming too unbearable to concentrate with the electric came back on. It had been out for about three hours, but felt like much longer. It was only eleven o'clock when I started to study in my room, but it felt like it was already 4 a.m. Usually I stay up all night studying for Physical Science exams, but for possibly the first time in my life I decided to screw it and give up. Feeling very unprepared I went to bed at 3 a.m. and got four hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;During my 8 a.m. class instead of paying attention I frantically did some more studying, and as I read through my notes I realized that I might actually understand this stuff. I actually felt like I understood the material better than previous exams where I had spent much more time studying. So I went to class all ready to get the exam over with, and go figure, there was a sign on the door of the classroom: Exam Monday, class cancelled. Great, just my luck! All the time the electric was out I was praying that the exam would be cancelled, then when I actually spent the time studying and was ready for it, it was postponed. Now I have to study over the weekend. Just my luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So needless to say I wasted a perfectly good blackout studying and worrying about my exam. That freaking sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could have been streaking!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha ha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116197512416807534?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116197512416807534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116197512416807534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116197512416807534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116197512416807534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/10/blackout.html' title='Blackout'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116189103202962381</id><published>2006-10-26T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:30:32.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play that Funky Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e you ever in a mood to listen to music, but you don't know what exactly it is you're in the mood to listen to? As I sat down to straighten my hair today I was in this exact predicament. So I decided to do something crazy...yes...I put every single song on my laptop on my playlist and put it on shuffle.  The magic number, you ask? 2130 songs. I don't know if this is a lot or not many or average for a laptop, but it's how many I have. So far I am on number 33, You're Still the One by Shania Twain. Before that it was Hey Ladies by Destiny's Child and next is Long Ride Home by Patty Griffin...whoever that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As I listen to all of these songs I realize that I have probably never heard about 20% of the songs I have on my laptop. That's pretty sad...I mean, if I cared enough to copy these 2130 songs from 172 c.d.s the least I could do is listen to all of them...at least once. I realize that I just keep listening to the same songs and artists over and over again. They're good songs and artists, but I shouldn't play favorites. It's not nice....but I just can't bring myself to actually listen to some of these songs. Honestly, I don't know why some of them are even on my laptop...like the White Stripes. I don't like the White Stripes, yet I have at least two of their c.d.s on here, probably because Marissa listens to them and so I put them on here thinking maybe I would like them....but I don't. They suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And then there's all of the oldie songs I have from the mix c.d.s we made in junior high. Songs like I'm a Barbie Girl by Aqua, Nookie by Limp Bizkit, and the Graduation Song by Vitamin C. These junior high c.d.s of course include some awful rap songs that I can't bring myself to listen to for fear that I'll hate my junior high self. It's at least a comfort to know that I didn't make a huge majority of these c.d.s, Marissa did. So thankfully it wasn't my choice which songs went onto the c.d.s. Thank goodness I can't be blamed for that awful taste in music. (That's right, Marissa! It's all your fault!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nonetheless, I'm really enjoying listening to all the variety of artists. Hopefully by the time I'm done listening to all the songs I'll be able to recognize certain artists, specifically all the c.d.s I copied from John....which was a lot. And of course, I haven't had a chance to listen to all of them yet. So hopefully this will be good studying, and next time John says, "Who sings this song?" I can say, "Come on, that's easy. It's Roll with the changes by REO Speedwagon." And he'll be very impressed. I must say though, that I've been doing a pretty good job with the music questions he spurs on me. Why shouldn't I? I have such a wide variety of music that I listen to. I mean, there are a lot of songs that I know that he doesn't. I bet he doesn't know who sings Fall Into Me! (Emerson Drive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alright, well I'd better at least be productive while I listen to all this music. Current song playing: Somebody Like You by .38 Special, one of John's songs. And next up: Not Even the Trees by Hootie and the Blowfish. What would we do without music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116189103202962381?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116189103202962381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116189103202962381&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116189103202962381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116189103202962381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/10/play-that-funky-music.html' title='Play that Funky Music'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116165666824509531</id><published>2006-10-23T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:53:11.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;About three weeks ago my friend, Bri Hansen, got married on a beach in Florida. Well, Bri Lipian now. Bri was basically my first friend when I moved to Loudonville in first grade. We were inseparable throughout the years, almost always in the same classes, and always doing everything together. We had some rough times in junior high and sort of fell apart, which made us a little more distant in high school, but recently we have been becoming friends again. It's really nice, and I was so happy for her to be getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This past weekend I went to her beach themed wedding reception. I danced the chicken dance, toasted to their marriage, and even tried to catch the bouquet (well...I stood there with the other "single" girls). Seeing her have her first dance and feed cake to her new husband was so sweet. I still can't believe that she's married. I watched her grow up, I was there with her, learning lessons, making memories, and just living life. I am so happy that she is now starting her new life with her husband, and that she will be creating many more memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's so hard to believe that someone my age, one of the friends that I grew up with, got married. It's so hard to believe that I'm now at that age where my friends will be getting engaged and married. I already have two other childhood friends that are engaged. I'm even a bridesmaid in one of them. I just can't believe it. I'm excited that I'm to this part in my life, but I'm scared that it's coming too fast. Am I really ready for this? Am I ready to grow up? Is anyone ready to grow up? We're adults. When did that happen and how do we make it stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But not quite ready for marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116165666824509531?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116165666824509531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116165666824509531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116165666824509531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116165666824509531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-ready.html' title='Not Ready'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116043391209788620</id><published>2006-10-09T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:51:36.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waving the white flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby I'm through runnin' it's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd be a fool to try to escape you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I'm beat but oh what a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sweet surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You keep your rights&lt;/span&gt;, I'll take your nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one can lose when we turn the lights out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tastin' defeat, lovin' that &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sweet surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm givin' up myself to you &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but I didn't really lose at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave the only love I've known and it never hurt me to fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that it's done, so glad you won&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know our lives have only begun now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more retreat, only my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sweet surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more time that goes by, the more I realize how lucky I am to be in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry if it seemed otherwise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116043391209788620?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116043391209788620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116043391209788620&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116043391209788620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116043391209788620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/10/waving-white-flag.html' title='Waving the white flag'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-116006231176933561</id><published>2006-10-05T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T11:33:14.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time is almost upon us, the time where magic happens in the form of the Loudonville Free Street Fair. The overwhelming aroma of fair food, the joy you get while walking down the streets that are closed off for the special occasion, the blast back to childhood when you see the little kids riding the kitty rides (which were always more fun than the adult rides), the sensation of autumn's cool breeze that so gracefully moves the top of the tents. The anticipation is almost over! I can hardly control my emotions!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the citizens of little old Loudonville the fair has become a holiday, celebrated even more than some official holidays, like...Arbor Day.... Seriously...how many people celebrate Arbor Day? Those mere five days in October are almost equal to the excitement one gets during those last few days before Christmas day. It's just that amazing! So amazing I would even go to say that it's my second favorite time of the year, Christmas, of course, being the first. So for those of you who haven't experienced the wonderfulness of the Loudonville fair, I'm sorry. And for those of you who have experienced the wonderfulness, but don't absolutely love it, you're crazy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So needless to say this weekend is going to be great! Pure pleasure! Miss Mallory, Marissa, and I will be venturing to Loudonville, hopefully arriving around 4 p.m. on Friday. We will then proceed to hang out with friends, spend some time at grandma's, and of course, eat some yummy fair food. Saturday morning I am working at request of my bosses. I am going to sell bread at the market in Wooster from 7 a.m. to around 1 p.m. John has offered to go with me, that's nice of him...The rest of the weekend will be filled with more family and friend time at the the fair and the Henley residence. Of course, I will go to church with my mommy, and then savor the final hours before I have to come back to school....but let's not think about that...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if you're from Loudonville and you're going home then make sure you meet up with me! Call me! Bump into me! Have my name announced over the sound system! I don't care! But get together with me because it's fairtime and we need to celebrate! Yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I can just taste the blueberry crisp&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And smell the steer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-116006231176933561?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/116006231176933561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=116006231176933561&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116006231176933561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/116006231176933561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/10/mmmm_05.html' title='Mmmm....'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115994496287201625</id><published>2006-10-04T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T02:58:59.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Explanatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now a message to someone who never reads this blog anyway...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think you should break up with Matt and start dating me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, but still...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115994496287201625?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115994496287201625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115994496287201625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115994496287201625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115994496287201625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/10/self-explanatory.html' title='Self Explanatory'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115948839346560528</id><published>2006-09-28T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:10:23.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams are made of these</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you believe that dreams have meanings? I have contemplated this concept many a times after waking up from various random dreams. It could be a wacky dream about multi-colored toothpicks (my mom's most famous dream), a happy dream about winning the lottery, or even a scary dream where all of your friends get murdered. I know that it would be stupid of me to take all my dreams literally, but do you ever wonder if there's a hidden message thrown in your dreams somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I like to tell myself that I don't believe all dreams mean something, but when I wake up from a dream I often find myself analyzing what it could possibly mean. I don't do this on purpose...for some reason I just automatically want to make sense of things. I guess it's a habit...bad or good I can't say...I remember one time on the bus to one of the basketball games one of my fellow cheerleaders, Katie, had a book about the meaning of dreams. We were all intrigued and spent the entire bus ride (an hour or so) flipping through this book. Now, it wasn't cut and dry, like "If you have a dream about an ex boyfriend it means you want him back..." It was more like, "If you have a dream about falling it signifies a decrease in your finances" or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been too long and I don't really remember what all the different dreams meant...which leaves me wondering about dreams I've had in the past and what exactly they're about...So I will share with you two of the reoccuring dreams I've had for as long as I can remember, and I'll leave the analyzing (or the debasing) up to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream #1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has anyone ever seen the Michael Jackson "Thriller" video? It is complete with dancing zombies that chase a girl through the dark town into an old abandoned house, with zombie Michael Jackson as the leader. The video itself wasn't that scary, but when you're a six year old girl and you're watching a taping of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and as soon as the movie is over it cuts to the end of the Thriller video with Michael Jackson's big yellow scary eyes looking right at the camera, you'd be scared too! So needless to say, for many years (that's right, years!) after that night, I had reoccuring dreams where Michael Jackson, which big yellow zombie eyes, is chasing me through a dark and abandoned town. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's this mean? I don't know...but after much thought, I am leaning towards the theory that it was foreshadowing Michael Jackson becoming really scary to look at (come on! He looks like a white woman with a bad nose job!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream #2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has anyone ever seen the television show, Super Market Sweepstakes? Well, the gist of it is that three different colored teams of two people are timed to see who can go around a grocery store and collect the most things. Whoever has the most money worth at the end wins. Well...for as long as I can remember, every year toward the end of the school year (maybe May...) I always have this exact same dream. My mom, Marissa, and I are in a HUGE shopping mall/grocery store....and so are ALL of our schoolmates with their parents. And someone sets a timer and says go and we all take off around the mall/store grabbing anything and everything we can get. It's crazy...every man for himself...I imagine it's much like shoppping on the day after Thanksgiving (I have not experienced this myself, but I've heard many horror stories).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what this is about...but it was actually sort of fun...I think we should all try it sometime...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, basically I don't really understand dreams, but they're really wacky and funny sometimes. I just love them. I wish I could mentally record them and then be able to play them back. It would sure keep me entertained if I were in a boring class...would someone please invent a way to record dreams? I'd really appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sweet dreams are made of these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait...made of what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115948839346560528?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115948839346560528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115948839346560528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115948839346560528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115948839346560528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-these.html' title='Sweet dreams are made of these'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115921093424262491</id><published>2006-09-25T14:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:02:14.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Find a penny, pick it up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've never been a really lucky person. I don't win lottery tickets, I don't find four leaf clovers, and I have never found the gold after a rainbow (supid leprechauns...too fast for me...). In fact, I'm not even sure if I believe in luck. Isn't luck just another superstition to believe in, and I certainly don't believe in superstitions, so why should I believe in luck? I don't believe that if I break a mirror or walk under a ladder I'm going to have bad luck for seven years, and I don't believe that knocking on wood actually does anything to help, nor crossing your fingers, and I certainly don't believe that if I don't send a forward that I'm going to be ugly for the next ten years. What's with that?! It doesn't even make sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But you see, the thing is...that I still knock on wood and cross my fingers for luck, I still don't go around trying to break mirrors or walking under ladders. I avoid them if at all possible. I still play lottery tickets if I'm given one, and I still do my fair share of looking for four leaf clovers every now and then. I still act like I can make my own luck and that superstitions are real (with the exception of forwards...I don't usually do forwards). I know that superstitions and luck aren't real, but that doesn't stop me from acting like they are. It's not that I am actually afraid of having bad luck, it's just that the little girl inside me wishes it would make me lucky. Just like how a part of me still wants to believe in Santa Claus and the Easter bunny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, I imagine you're wondering why I wrote this little diddy about luck and superstitions. Here's the thing...I found a penny on the floor today while walking to class. What's the big deal you're wondering? Well, last Saturday night I found a penny on the floor of the restaurant we ate at. Still not intrigued? Last Friday I found a penny on the ground while walking back from class. That's three pennies in less than a week! In fact, it's three pennies in four days! Is that not crazy?! Marissa doesn't think so, she pretty much blew it off. But I think it's awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Maybe it means something! Maybe it means things are finally looking up. Maybe it means I am going to stop procrastinating and start being productive! Maybe it means that I am going to make lots of new friends and have more fun at college. Maybe it means that I am going to gain some control and stop eating so much bad junk food! Or maybe it means that someone dropped a penny and I just so happened to find it...who knows...and who cares anyway?! All I know is, I found three pennies and I am feeling good. Does it really matter if it's luck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Things are looking up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115921093424262491?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115921093424262491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115921093424262491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115921093424262491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115921093424262491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/09/find-penny-pick-it-up_25.html' title='Find a penny, pick it up...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115869719674542893</id><published>2006-09-19T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:19:56.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ever thought watching Baywatch would actually come in handy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;As I sat today trying to get the motivation to write yet another poem for Creative Writing class...I needed to focus. I needed to get in poetry mode...I needed to get inspired. So I went to google and I found my favorite poem, and I proceeded to read it over and over again, each time falling more in love with the beauty of the words (Sounds corny, I know, but it's the truth). I admit that the first time I ever heard this poem was actually on an episode of Baywatch. C.J. (Pamela Anderson) was "kidnapped" by her masked stalker, creating a Phantom of the Opera vibe. He read her poetry, she fell in love with him, and then he died. Such a good storyline...So anyway, when I heard him read this poem on the show, it instantly become my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was many and many a year ago,    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In a kingdom by the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That a maiden there lived whom you may know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And this maiden she lived with no other thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Than to love and be loved by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She was a child and I was a child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In this kingdom by the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But we loved with a love that was more than love--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I and my Annabel Lee--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coveted her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And this was the reason that, long ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In this kingdom by the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A wind blew out of a cloud by night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chilling my Annabel Lee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So that her high-born kinsman came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And bore her away from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To shut her up in a sepulchre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In this kingdom by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went envying her and me:--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In this kingdom by the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And killing my Annabel Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But our love it was stronger by far than the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of those who were older than we--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of many far wiser than we-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And neither the angels in Heaven above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nor the demons down under the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can ever dissever my soul from the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In her sepulchre there by the sea--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In her tomb by the side of the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So after about an hour of thinking and brainstorming I finally began to write. I wrote...and wrote...and wrote...until I was finished with my poem. Then I rearranged and changed some things in order to incorporate all of the five components of poetry into my work (Don't even ask...it's stupid poetry stuff...). I am not completely pleased with the final result because let's face it, my poetry sucks. But here it goes anyway...my sad excuse for a poem...Not even remotely resembling the brilliance of Edgar Allen Poe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fire burning in my soul, a happy heart&lt;br /&gt;To have and hold. Abundance of passion for all mankind –&lt;br /&gt;Red. The color that I call mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascination frees my imprisoned&lt;br /&gt;Mind (creative waves I cannot hide)&lt;br /&gt;Through my skin determination shines –&lt;br /&gt;Orange. The color that I call mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life like I’ll die today: “Just be happy”&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I say! Never a need to ever whine –&lt;br /&gt;Yellow. The color that I call mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant a seed. Watch it grow. Change&lt;br /&gt;Your age, but never get old&lt;br /&gt;You may be impatient, but don’t step out of line –&lt;br /&gt;Green. The color that I call mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father. Son. Holy Ghost. Helping those who need&lt;br /&gt;Help the most. If I fall down, HE’s not far behind –&lt;br /&gt;Blue. The color that I call mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious eyes that watch and glow, Mine&lt;br /&gt;(The secret you’ll never know)&lt;br /&gt;Magic ways with sweet sublime –&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purple. The color that I call mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So I know that some of you may be worried that this blog is going to turn into my personal poetry journal. But don't worry. It's not. Because as soon as I write the two more required poems I am done with poetry! (At least until the next college class that requires me to write it....) Man, that sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hating school, but loving life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115869719674542893?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115869719674542893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115869719674542893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115869719674542893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115869719674542893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-ever-thought-watching-baywatch.html' title='Who ever thought watching Baywatch would actually come in handy?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115833850990164241</id><published>2006-09-15T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:45:42.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/1600/IMG_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/320/IMG_0670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's going to be a wonderful weekend with two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my most favorite girls in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/1600/IMG_0590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/320/IMG_0590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are arguably the two most awesome people in the history of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/1600/IMG_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3510/524/320/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; mean, seriously. Aren't they precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hating school, but loving&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115833850990164241?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115833850990164241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115833850990164241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115833850990164241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115833850990164241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/09/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115808454564859079</id><published>2006-09-12T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:09:05.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You know, some people see rain and think of dreary, cold, bad days. Well, not me! I look at rain and think of singing...and dancing...in the rain! Alright...I admit that sometimes rain puts me in a bad mood, but it's not really the rain that's putting me in a bad mood...it's the rain AND all my stress at the time. Right now I'm stressed (two exams tomorrow and no studying so far), but that doesn't mean I'm going to let the rain put me in a bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff99;"&gt;So I dressed according to the weather this morning and put on shorts and tennis shoes. I don't like to wear pants or capris when it's raining because they get wet. And I don't like to wear sandals because they always slip around when wet...and I certainly don't want to go falling on my face in the rain. Speaking of sandals...on my way to class today I saw one sandal on the sidewalk. How strange is that...? Just one...Seriously, how much in a hurry do you have to be to lose a sandal and not go back and get it...? "Oh, darn. Shoe fell off...no time...must keep walking..." Makes me laugh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ffff;"&gt;On my way back from class I was at first trying to avoid the big puddles...no sense in getting wet if you can help it. However, that didn't last very long. It was really raining out there! So I stepped in a couple of puddles and got my shoes wet. I'm talking, soak through the tennis shoe, making my feet wet. It felt good...the cold water....so I found myself purposedly walking in the puddles the rest of the way back to my dorm. I mean, let's face it. Once you're wet there's no point in avoiding getting wet some more. Bring on the wetness! While I walked I hummed the song, "Singing in the Rain" and I seriously would have danced and skipped through the puddles had there not been tons of people around..with angry faces....everyone looked so mad...I was probably the only person outside smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff99;"&gt;So take my advice....don't ever let the rain put you in a bad mood...and don't ever be too rushed to go back and get your sandal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;(and dancing...in the rain!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115808454564859079?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115808454564859079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115808454564859079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115808454564859079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115808454564859079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-on-with-rain-ive-smile-on-my-face.html' title='Come on with the rain, I&apos;ve a smile on my face!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115783855623019204</id><published>2006-09-09T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:49:16.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can only blame myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was really excited about my Creative Writing class because I love to write! One of the assignments for the class is to write 12-15 minutes in a journal every day, which I have really come to love doing. It's nice to just sit and write about whatever you want. The only bad thing is that we're supposed to do it right after we wake up before we talk to anyone or have a chance to read anything. This presents a problem for me because I usually have nothing on my mind to write about except for sleep (since I just woke up). Therefore, I often opt to write later in the day so I have something to say...this is also probably because I don't like waking up extra early in the morning to do schoolwork...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another assignment for the class is to read and write poetry. Now, don't get me wrong I can enjoy some good poetry every now and then. In fact, I even have some favorites: Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe and Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost come to mind. But you know what, I'm not the type of person who can sit down, read, and understand poetry. I'm just not that kind of person. The following is an exerpt from one of my journal entries about how much I don't really enjoy poetry (which might not have been a good idea considering there is a slight chance the professor might read it sooner or later...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I just really don't like reading poetry poetry and tyring to analyze what it's really about. If the author really wanted us to get it then why couldn't they just say what they meant instead of using all this symbolic metaphorical language? I don't get what they're saying half the time and when I do have an idea I'm usually wrong. That's another thing that irks me about poetry. Who's to say that my interpretation of a poem is wrong and yours is right? How do you know? Unless the meaning of the poem comes directly from the author's mouth who's to say that one idea is more accurate than another? I say that the only person who really understands a poem is the author and the rest of us should leave it alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;      Now about writing poetry...Well, quite frankly I just hate it. I'm not a poet. I don't know how to be original and metaphorical. I don't pretend to know how. If I write a poem it's going to be cut and dry, easy to understand. I am not a poet! I hate being forced to write poetry because I know I suck and what comes out on my paper is embarassing. As far as I'm concerned I'd rather paint myself blue and run around campus screaming, "I'm a smurf!" Anything to avoid writing poetry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;      But alas, I am a college student and I am in a Creative Writing class that I voluntarily signed up for. I have to write poetry. My grade depends on it. Therefore, Mr. Steven P. Lansky, I will read your poetry, and I will write your poetry, but I will not like it, and I will not be good at it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now...after that arguably long introduction...my first attempt at poetry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reckless Driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The days go by like cars on a highway&lt;br /&gt;No time to notice the scenes we drive by&lt;br /&gt;Taking advantage of life has become so cliché&lt;br /&gt;Our avoidance of blessings we casually deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could add a few stop lights to the road&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe some stop signs at the least&lt;br /&gt;But what difference would it make if this gift we bestow?&lt;br /&gt;Our&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;oblivion would stay, for it’s our hearts that need released&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must roll down the window; smell the green of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Slow down to study the blur of the faces&lt;br /&gt;For a new way of life we must force a rebirth&lt;br /&gt;A way to get back into God’s gentle graces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say to express what I’m feeling –&lt;br /&gt;We all have lives, but is anyone living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate poetry and it hates me back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hating school, but loving life &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115783855623019204?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115783855623019204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115783855623019204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115783855623019204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115783855623019204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-can-only-blame-myself.html' title='I can only blame myself...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115756501447473653</id><published>2006-09-06T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:15:13.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't these things fun to read?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't you just love these surveys?! Okay, so don't answer that...I know they're a bit boring to read, but let's face it...they are such an easy way to avoid thinking of something to write a blog entry about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1. What is Your Name?: Katherine Marie Lunt&lt;br /&gt;2. How old are you?: 19&lt;br /&gt;3. Eye color: Just blue...&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Car: My parent's Ford Taurus&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Crushes First Name: Johnny Angel&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Style: Not preppy, that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;7. Have You Ever Sat on your rooftop?: Yeah, it's nice in the summer&lt;br /&gt;8. Have You Ever Kissed someone in the rain?: Yeah, it's pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;9. Have You Ever Talked to someone you don't know?: How else do you make friends...?&lt;br /&gt;10. Have You Ever Gone out of your way to befriend someone?: I suppose I have...&lt;br /&gt;11. Have You Ever Made out in a theatre?: No, there are people there!&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the last person to tell you, I love you?: John Algire Shearer&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person to kiss you?: John Algire Shearer&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person to call your cell phone?: Marissa&lt;br /&gt;15. Who was the last person to go with you to the movies?: Jimmy, Seth, and David&lt;br /&gt;16. Who was the last person to touch you?: Um...I don't know. My parents when they hugged me goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;17. What's the last Movie you watched?: Dumb and Dumber&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the last Drink you've had?: Dean's Chocolate Milk...mmmm&lt;br /&gt;19. Can You Stay up a whole night without sleep?: But of course, how else do you survive college?&lt;br /&gt;20. Can You Speak a different language?: Well, I took Spanish in school, so no...I wish I did though&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Food: Cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite Drink: Chocolate Milk!&lt;br /&gt;23. What's Your Favorite Baseball Team and Football Team: Um...no favorites...I'll watch an OSU football game every now and then...but I wouldn't call myself a fan...&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite Store: American Eagle&lt;br /&gt;25. Longest Relationship: As of now...four months with Will...but very soon it will be four months with John!!!&lt;br /&gt;26. Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Can't say that I have&lt;br /&gt;27. Have You Ever Had Sex: Not that it's any of your business, but no&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have any siblings?: Christian: 24, Patrick: 21, and Marissa: 19&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you wear glasses or contacts?: Neither, thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have any piercings?: My ears&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do?: I'm sure I have, hasn't everyone...?&lt;br /&gt;32. What was the last Song you've listened to?: New York State of Mind by Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;33. What was the last Thing you were doing before this?: Eating lunch&lt;br /&gt;34. How much cash do you have on you?: Um...$83.00 (I can't believe I actually got in my purse to count my money...)&lt;br /&gt;35. What did your last text message say?: "What time are you done today?" (from Marissa)&lt;br /&gt;36. What were you doing at midnight last night?: Homework...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;37. What's a word that you say a lot?: Um...I don't know if it's a word, but I say "hm" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?: Their smile&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you too shy to ask someone out?: I would say no, because I almost had to...&lt;br /&gt;40. Who would you like to see right now?: John Algire Shearer&lt;br /&gt;41. Would you go on a date with someone on MySpace?: No way! I don't even like MySpace!&lt;br /&gt;42. The last time You saw someone else naked? who?: Honestly? Marissa...&lt;br /&gt;43. The last time You played truth or dare? Oh geeze...it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you single? Nope. I'm taken :)&lt;br /&gt;45. How many relationships have you had?: Only counting high school and after high school I've had seven relationships, but with only five guys....and three of them lasted four days or less...&lt;br /&gt;46. What are you wearing?: Jeans and a green sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you ever had a one night stand?: Um...no&lt;br /&gt;48. Did it involve sex?: Wait...I thought that one night stands meant sex....&lt;br /&gt;49. Who are you with or who do you want to be with?: I am with Johnny Angel and I wouldn't want it any other way&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you beleive you should be in love to have sex?: I believe you do, but some people have different opinions&lt;br /&gt;51. Right at this moment Where are you?: In my dorm room&lt;br /&gt;52. Have you ever been to NYC?: No, but I hope to some day&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you ever pulled an all nighter? where?: Many a times for high school, for college, for sleepovers, and for New Years, and just for the heck of it&lt;br /&gt;54. What was the last compliment you recieved?: "I love you." I think that's a compliment&lt;br /&gt;55. Would you ever date someone younger than you?: I have before&lt;br /&gt;56. Would you ever date someone older than you?: Yes sir!&lt;br /&gt;57. Are you the romantic type?: But of course&lt;br /&gt;58. Is your best friend a virgin?: What kind of a question is that? Isn't that something that should be written in my best friend's blog?&lt;br /&gt;59. Has there ever been a rumor spread about you?: I'm sure there has, nothing too damaging though&lt;br /&gt;60. What did you do last night?: Homework...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;61. Favorite Place to live?: As of now, Loudonville, Ohio, but I haven't really lived anywhere else 62. Best place to go on a date?: Anywhere or nowhere at all. It doesn't matter where, what matters is who with&lt;br /&gt;63. Most memorable experience with a friend?: Oh geeze...that's tough. I would have to say the last night of high school with the wonderful Fab Five is probably pretty memorable&lt;br /&gt;64. Any trips planned with friends?: We like to go to Put-in-Bay over the summer&lt;br /&gt;65. Opinions/ Thoughts on Drugs and alcohol?: I don't see the point, but others seem to think it's cool. Who am I to judge others?&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you believe that there is such a thing as soulmates?: Yes, of course&lt;br /&gt;67. Whats the carziest thing you've done?: Um...Spontaneously jumped in a pool with all my clothes on?...Unfortunately I'm not a very crazy person...&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you have your own crib?: You mean house? No...&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you love to party?: Not particularly...but I can have a good time if I want&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you like to play with peoples' minds?: Come on...I'm a girl...&lt;br /&gt;71. Are you a heartbreaker?: I don't think so, but you could always get a second opinion&lt;br /&gt;72. Have any pets?: Two cats, Anna and Monty, who my parents kicked out of the house. Poor babies....&lt;br /&gt;73. Talked on the phone for more than 6 hrs : Yes, I have. My ear hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember when...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. First boy/girl crush: Nick Massie in kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;75. First time you were grounded: Aimee Briscoe's rollerskating birthday party...Marissa was allowed to go and I wasn't...that was probably fifth grade or something...&lt;br /&gt;76. Someone broke your heart: The last time was at the end of my senior year...it pretty much really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;77. You shoplifted: Never done it.&lt;br /&gt;78. You got caught: That's why I've never done it (Plus, it's morally wrong...)&lt;br /&gt;79. You were kissed for the first time: Yeah...it was very awkward.&lt;br /&gt;80. Went on your first date: I actually don't remember going on an actual "first date"&lt;br /&gt;81. You got your first job: Yeah...Books Baubles and Brew is a smelly pirate hooker!&lt;br /&gt;82. First pet: Cats Hannable and Hanna in kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;83. You fell in love for the first time: Oh yes, and I must say that it's wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;84. You drove a stick: Well, technically I still really haven't...but I did move the stick while John drove...I kept putting it in fifth instead of third...&lt;br /&gt;85. First time you were pulled over: Hasn't happened yet. Knock on wood...&lt;br /&gt;86. You ditched school: Once when I ditched lunch a teacher almost hit me as I was pulling off the school road! Stupid Mr. Dunlap!&lt;br /&gt;87. First time you snuck out: Never really had to sneak out...but sneaking in...that's a horse of a different color!&lt;br /&gt;88. First time you stayed out all night: Marissa and I stayed at Jimmy's house talking to him and Seth because it was past the town curfew (Or that's the excuse we used...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Fruit: Clementines (small oranges) or purple grapes&lt;br /&gt;90. Vegetable: Green peppers or potatos&lt;br /&gt;91. Music: Oh boy...so many...Journey, The Eagles, Queen, the Beatles, Jim Croce, Billy Joel, Elton John, Michael Buble, The Killers, 50s music, the classics (Frank Sinatra, Etta James, Billy Holiday, Nat King Cole, etc.), some country, and many more...but no rap&lt;br /&gt;92. Band/singer: Just one? Too tough...&lt;br /&gt;93. Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;94. Flower: Chrysanthemum&lt;br /&gt;95. Song: Moon River from Breakfast at Tiffany's, Rainbow Connection by Kermit the Frog, or Smile by Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;96. Things to do: Spend time with my family, friends, and boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;97. Tv show: Friends, Grey's Anatomy, Saved by the Bell, Gilmore Girls, Monk...to name a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Do you drink?: Hardly ever...a little something here and there either at home or with some girlfriends when we stay in. Sometimes I have a tad bit of whisky in pepsi or the occasional daquerie with just a tad bit of alcohol in it...&lt;br /&gt;99. Have you ever been so drunk you don't remember anything?: Nope, never been drunk.&lt;br /&gt;100. Have you ever been in a car accident?: No, thank goodness. Knock on wood.&lt;br /&gt;101. Have you ever had surgery: Does gum surgery count...?&lt;br /&gt;102. Are you reading any books at the moment?: No, but I want to read The Catcher in the Rye soon in addition to a huge list of books I need to read&lt;br /&gt;103. Are you an artist?: Um...I would say no...but "artist" is such a controversial word...&lt;br /&gt;104. Do you want to get married?: But of course!&lt;br /&gt;105. Do you want to have kids?: I couldn't imagine not having them.&lt;br /&gt;106. Do you attend school?: Miami University in Oxford, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;107. When was your last date?: I wouldn't really call it a date, but the last time I went out with my boyfriend we went to Bob Evans with Marissa and Matt.&lt;br /&gt;108. Do you have any nicknames?: Kevin, Kit Kat, Kathy May&lt;br /&gt;109. Do you have any enemies?: Not that I know of...I hope nobody hates me...I think I'm pretty likeable...&lt;br /&gt;110. Are you high-maintenance?: I would say no, but Matt and John would probably argue differently...&lt;br /&gt;111. Do you have a tatoo?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;112. What do you hate the most?: Hard to say...there are a lot of things to hate. I have pretty strong negative feelings for olives...&lt;br /&gt;113. Do you like to fly in an airplane?: I've only done it once and I don't really remember it because it was only from the mainland to Put-in-Bay&lt;br /&gt;114. What color are your bedsheets?: At home they're green and marroon. Here at college they're light blue.&lt;br /&gt;115. What color is your car?: My parent's car that I drive is a dark gray.&lt;br /&gt;116. What are your most important possessions?: Hm...good question...I'm not sure...I would probably have to say my cell phone because it is my connection with home.&lt;br /&gt;117. Do you have a lot of money?: Not a whole lot because I'm a college kid...but more than other college kids I know...&lt;br /&gt;118. What do you think about before you fall asleep?: A lot of random stuff...sometimes I just think, "Please let me fall asleep..."&lt;br /&gt;119. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?: An artist or an author&lt;br /&gt;120. Now, what do you want to be when you grow up?: A wife and mother. Oh...also I suppose an English teacher...&lt;br /&gt;121. What are your favorite qualities in the opposite sex?: Sense of humor that makes me laugh, smile that makes me melt, and a heart that makes me lucky I got such a great guy&lt;br /&gt;122. Have you ever made a boy/girl cry over you?: Dustin Rambacher in 6th grade...I felt so bad I went back out with him...&lt;br /&gt;123. Have you ever cried over a boy/girl?: Yeah...many a times...boys suck sometimes&lt;br /&gt;124. Do you have any secrets?: Yes...but I'm not going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;125. Have you ever been in love?: Yes, it's magically wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;126. How many times?: I would say twice, but the first one doesn't even compare to this time...&lt;br /&gt;127. Have you ever written a song?: Yeah...lol. Marissa and I were young and the songs didn't make any sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finish the sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;128. If I were a...rich man, da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da (It's from Fiddler on the Roof, NOT Gwen Stefani's stupid song!)&lt;br /&gt;129. I love my...life!!!&lt;br /&gt;130. I hate my...love of really unhealthy food...well, let's just say it's a love/hate relationship...&lt;br /&gt;131. I wish...I could make time speed up and slow down, preferrably the latter...&lt;br /&gt;132. If I were rich...I would pay for college, give my parents tons of money that I probably owe them for all the years they've been giving me money, and let's face it...I'd go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;133. I wish to spend a day in the life of...Marissa...just to see what it's like...&lt;br /&gt;134. I really want to travel to...England, Ireland, Greece, and other various places&lt;br /&gt;135. The greatest thing in my life is...my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;136. My greatest fear is...losing someone I love&lt;br /&gt;137. Three things I cannot live without are...my family, friends, and faith&lt;br /&gt;138. My heart belongs to...John Algire Shearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More randomness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. If you were born the oppisite sex what would your name be?: My parents said they were going to name us Nick and Alex if we were boys (just like the twins from Full House!)&lt;br /&gt;140. Age you act?: It depends. Sometimes I act like a kid and sometimes I act my age. Why choose one over the other?&lt;br /&gt;141. Age you want to be?: Sometimes I wish I could go back to being young, sometimes I wish I could fast forward to being an adult. But mostly I'm just happy to be this age, right now.&lt;br /&gt;142. Righty or lefty?: Righty&lt;br /&gt;143. What are you doing right now?: This survey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;144. What should you be doing right now?: Homework...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;145. Do you have low self-esteem?: Well, I am a girl...so sometimes I'm not completely satisfied with the way I look, but I wouldn't say I have low self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;146. Do you have any birthmarks?: Yep, one on my left thigh...it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;147. Do you get online a lot?: I'm pretty much on all the time, but I don't really talk much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;148. Do you sleep with the room door open or closed?: Um...if I slept with it open the Miami rapists would come and get me...&lt;br /&gt;149. Do you have a curfew?: I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;150. Do you like taking pictures?: Um...I don't mind taking them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;151. Do you like getting your picture taken?: I don't mind being in them except that I am not photogenic at all...&lt;br /&gt;152. Do you have your own pool?: No...not really a huge swimmer...&lt;br /&gt;153. Do you have a lot of ex's?: Let's see...starting with high school, I have four. That's not too bad...&lt;br /&gt;154. Do you like getting dirty?: Depends why I'm getting dirty...food fight? Sure! Stepped in mud? No.&lt;br /&gt;155. Are you flexiable?: Not really...I wish I were though.&lt;br /&gt;156. Do you enjoy talking about gross and disturbing things?: Not particularly. ESPECIALLY not dead baby jokes!&lt;br /&gt;157. What do you like least about your body?: I think John would get mad at me if I answered this one...&lt;br /&gt;158. Do you ever wear shirts do show your belly?: No. Why would I want to show off my belly?&lt;br /&gt;159. What about cleavage?: What cleavage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;160. What size shoe do you wear?: I don't know...depends. 6 1/2 to 7 I guess...&lt;br /&gt;161. Are you more of a mommys or daddys child?: I'm really close to both my parents, but I would have to say mom because we have a really special mother/daughter relationship&lt;br /&gt;162. Who is your best friend?: I would have to say Marissa...come on, we're twins!&lt;br /&gt;163. Who knows the most about you?: Probably Marissa....&lt;br /&gt;164. Who do you trust the most?: Probably Marissa...&lt;br /&gt;165. Who do you talk to on the phone the most?: John Algire Shearer&lt;br /&gt;166. Have you ever screamed so much you lost your voice?: Cheering for the Loudonville boys basketball team when they went to state&lt;br /&gt;167. Have you ever played strip poker?: No. I don't even know how to play regular poker...&lt;br /&gt;168. Scariest dream?: I keep finding my family and friends murdered...while I'm being chased by the murderer myself...&lt;br /&gt;169. What was your best dream?: Difficult to say, but definitely one involving John.&lt;br /&gt;170. Are you clean-shaven?: Yep, I shaved my legs in the shower this morning!&lt;br /&gt;171. What's your most complimented feature(s)?: My red hair (even though some mean people call it auburn...&lt;br /&gt;172. Do you think life has been good so far?: Oh yes, and I hope it only gets better! I'm very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;173. Have you ever gone three days without showering?: I would be lying if I said no...&lt;br /&gt;174. Do you have a rubber bracelet?: No...I never really jumped on the "Live strong" bandwagon...not that I don't support cancer or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opinions/ Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;175. Abortion: I am definitely very much so against abortion in all situations&lt;br /&gt;176. Gay rights: I think that homosexuals should get to live their life however they want. It's their life. Who are we to judge other peoplpes' lives?&lt;br /&gt;177. Sex: I believe that it's something you should save for marriage or when you're in love.&lt;br /&gt;178. Micheal Jackson: He has some good music, but quite frankly he scares the crap out of me. I had nightmares for years after watching his Thriller music video...&lt;br /&gt;179. Drugs and alcohol: I believe that lots of people only do it because they think it's the cool thing to do, and I'm not ashamed to say that I have no desire to get high or drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;180. Politics: Um...I don't really follow them like I should. I'm hoping to get more informed for my first voting experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sorry that was so long...but if you actually read it all, then you can't blame me...you read it willingly! Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115756501447473653?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115756501447473653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115756501447473653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115756501447473653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115756501447473653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/09/arent-these-things-fun-to-read.html' title='Aren&apos;t these things fun to read?!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115696040035833359</id><published>2006-08-30T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:16:33.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear with me (corrected from Bare with me) Also, Jimmy Lingenfelter is mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well...if you're a dedicated reader you can obviously see that I've been messing around with my blog. My original idea was to do a complete makeover for my blogsite, but things just aren't going my way...First I wanted to change the templete to something other than what's offered through the blogsite, but I couldn't get that to work...Then I tried to change my picture, and that was a semi failed attempt. Then I wanted to think of a new name, and I'm still toying around with options.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So for now this is what I'm stuck with...I'll probably try to change it soon or sometime in the future, but quite frankly I'm sick of messing around with this and trying to figure it out! Why do I have to be so computer illiterate?! Oh well...I'll just have to make do, and unfortunately so will you. If you're a true blogger you'll keep reading anyway, and if you're a true friend you'll give me some imput on what to do. Heehee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115696040035833359?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115696040035833359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115696040035833359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115696040035833359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115696040035833359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/08/bear-with-me-corrected-from-bare-with.html' title='Bear with me (corrected from Bare with me) Also, Jimmy Lingenfelter is mean.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115637338798498094</id><published>2006-08-23T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:38:31.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well...here I am again...back at good old Miami University in Oxford, Ohio. I wish I could say that I am happy to be back, but we all know that I'm not. But let's not get into how much I hate school and being away from my family and friends. Let's start out with something good shall we...As some of you may know I am now a sophomore. You know what that means! Well...actually, sophomore year is pretty much the most boring year because you have nothing to look forward to. Freshman year you can't wait to just not be a freshman anymore, Junior year you look forward to being a senior, and senior year you look forward to graduating...but sophomore year just sucks. At least that's how it was in high school. Well, actually I can't lie. Sophomore year of high school was better than freshman, but enough about that. High School is so in the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One advantage of being a sophomore though is that I actually know what's going on. I don't need to stop and look at my map to figure out which red brick building is which, I don't walk to dining halls to discover that they're closed, I understand scheduling, and I am not confused by the bus schedule. In fact, just the other day while on the bus I helped some obviously confused freshman by giving them a copy of the bus schedule. I felt pretty cool. Heehee. I suppose there are also some other advantages this year compared to last...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; My dorm is right across from the rec (more incentive to go, maybe?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; I am right across from the bathroom again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; I am much closer the the wonderful market that I would always get yummy food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; My dorm room has much more closet space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; I am rooming with my sister...which may turn out to be a bad idea later, but right now it's a huge upgrade from last year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Really nice new buses this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; We're allowed to get a parking pass this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;We'll be seeing Twila a lot more I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, of course....it's impossible to have only advantages...so here are some disadvantages...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Not very close to miss Mallory...but hopefully we'll still see her tons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Smaller dorm room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Further from Shriver...but still not THAT far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;The room is so small we have to bunk our beds and I'm on top, but I don't really mind. I'm sure once winter is here I'll be freezing. I just always complain about the temperature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;No air conditioning so it's really hot right now...especially on the top bunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;No family, friends, or John! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;English Education major...which means tons of books...$510 to be exact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, that's it for comparisons. There are some differences, but needless to say I am rather content. I could care less about my surroundings or anything. I'm just trying to survive classes so I can go home when I can...Here's hoping for a fast school year! I don't know what this means exactly, but I have already been here for three days and I still don't feel like I'm actually here...I must still be in summer mode. Or maybe it just feels weird because things aren't exactly like they were last year...which is weird...After my very first class this year I started walking back to my dorm room and didn't realize until it was too late that I was walking to Morris Hall instead of Porter (my hall last year). Silly me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the first week is already going extremely slow, but that's okay...I'm sure it will speed up. I am taking five classes this semester:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Human Development and Learning in social and educational contexts (No idea what this actually means...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Physical Science and Lab (The only science class I'll EVER have to take here. Yay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Backgrounds to Composition Theory and Research (Again, don't know what this means, but it seems like a really fun class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Introduction to Adolescent Education (This class will help me figure out if I really want to be a teacher or not...hopefully...because I really need to figure this out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Creative Writing: Short Fiction and Poetry (Unfortunately I think it's going to be more focused on poetry...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll see how they go, but I don't think it's going to be too difficult of a semester. I'm going to strive for the Dean's List again...hmmmm....we'll see...If this semester goes well though, then maybe next semester I'll take another five classes and another horseback riding class. Here's hoping! Well...I guess that's it for now. There's nothing else I really have to talk about for now, which is good because this was already too long of an entry about school. Who wants to talk about school? I certainly don't! Peace out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(That means you, mister!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115637338798498094?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115637338798498094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115637338798498094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115637338798498094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115637338798498094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-at-it.html' title='Back At It...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115552241636820342</id><published>2006-08-13T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:40:50.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love John Algire Shearer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As some of you may know from my excitement this past week, my wonderful handsome boyfriend came home from college this weekend to see me. I was a bit worried at first because it started out as only an 80% chance that he was going to come home. But he did come home and let me just say that it was WONDERFUL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five weeks of not seeing him as soon as he pulled into my driveway late Friday night I ran to him and gave him a big hug, practically knocking him over. Oh my goodness I missed hugging that kid. Followed by our Friday night reunion was the Wooster Farmer's Market early Saturday morning (for my work...), steaks with his family, some much needed down time, and another day with the Shearers. It was WONDERFUL!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I calculated that the entire weekend I only spent twelve hours apart from John. Oh my goodness it was amazing. I had anticipated it for so long and now it has come and gone so quickly. And I can't wait to see him again...Well...actually....I can wait because once the thing you anticipat comes, it goes by extra fast, which isn't cool... But look on the bright side, at least now I only have to wait three weeks until I get to see him again! I really wish it would come up fast, but only if it would go extra slow once it comes. That would be just perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well...anyway...I'm really tired so I better go....but let me just say that...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE JOHN ALGIRE SHEARER!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And laughing of course...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115552241636820342?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115552241636820342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115552241636820342&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115552241636820342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115552241636820342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-john-algire-shearer.html' title='I love John Algire Shearer!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115508557216433142</id><published>2006-08-08T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:06:12.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello all! I hope everyone is having a wonderful summer, and if not then you had better start because it is almost over! Yes...it's true...summer is just about winding down to an end. I think I first realized this when I drove by the Perrysville Junior High and read the message on the marque, "Enjoy the rest of summer." If that isn't a kick in the face I don't know what is...They might as well have written "Hahaha, your precious summer vacation is almost over. Soon you will be trapped in the tortourous world of school and there's nothing you can do about it! Hahaha!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So yeah...anyway...basically I've been up to just about nothing. I went back to Put-in-Bay last weekend with my cousins, Lauren and Twila. We've gone every summer since I was a freshman, so it was our fifth annual year. We drove around in a golf cart, I kicked butt in putt putt (believe it!), and did some other cool cousiny stuff. It was fun. Then we came back and these past two days I have been enjoying my free time because I'm only working two days this week...yeah...let's not get into that though...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, so basically there is only one thing really worth blogging about right now, and that is...my new cell phone ringer! That's right folks! Some of you may remember that last November I bought Accidentally in Love by the Counting Crows as my new ringer and I absolutely love it! But last night a friend sent me a text message with a sound...and I saved that sound and now it's my new ringer! And what is it, you ask? Well, none other than the best nintendo theme ever! Donkey Kong! That's right! I now have the Donkey Kong theme as my ringer! You have my permission to be completely and utterly jealous. Heehee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, that's about it. I shall try to write again before I head off to Oxford for yet another school year. Only three more left! (hopefully) Peace out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And if you're not smiling, then you'd better start!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115508557216433142?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115508557216433142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115508557216433142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115508557216433142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115508557216433142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-blog-has-no-title.html' title='This blog has no title'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115448687903177118</id><published>2006-08-01T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:43:13.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Put-in-Bay and some other randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hello all! Wow...either I have no motivation to write whatsoever or I lead a rather uneventful life...hm...I'm afraid it's most likely the latter. Basically all I've been doing these past couple of weeks is working (although I still don't work as often as I'd like to) and hanging out at home doing nothing. However, recently I did manage to have some fun with my girlfriends. Yep...this past Sunday and Monday I went on a little vacation to Put-in-Bay with the lovely Tiffani, Amy, Beth, Bri, and Marissa. And I must say it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We putt putted, played some rousing games of Hangman, swam in Lake Erie (ick...it's like swimming in a huge toilet...), and ate at Pasquales, my favorite island restaurant (even though it's overpriced and my food came out at least ten minutes later than everyone elses'). Needless to say I had an absolutely wonderful time. It was really nice to spend some quality time with the girls before we all go back to college, which by the way I leave August 20th...less than 3 weeks... Oh! And I got a little sunburn. You know what that means! Hopefully it will turn into tan. Yay! I'm so freaking white these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I've been doing! Well...not a lot, just whenever I can...playing tennis! Oh yes! It is SO much fun! I really suck and I still don't completely understand how to play correctly, but it's fun nonetheless. And it gives me a good workout. I'm chasing after the ball all the time, so it's like the same workout as running...which I also try to do as much as possible, but that's not working out so hot. I really need to get my act together and run/play tennis every morning. Especially before it gets so darn hot. I mean, honestly. What is with all this freaking hot weather?! I know it's summer, but come on! I am so not a summer kind of girl. Of course there are many aspects of summer that I love, such as summer nights, summer lightening storms, and other stuff, but I can honestly say that summer is my least favorite season. I really can't wait until autumn, or what I like to call Fair weather. That's right. The time of the Loudonville free street fair. Just jeans, tennis shoes, and a sweatshirt. Now that's what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alrighty, well I suppose I better go before this blog entry gets any worse...it's only 10:15 so I'll probably play some Sims before I head off to bed. Yeah...I've totally gone back in time to Junior High...well...the good part of Junior High because let's face it, Junior High sucked. Anyway...yeah...peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115448687903177118?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115448687903177118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115448687903177118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115448687903177118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115448687903177118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/08/put-in-bay-and-some-other-randomness.html' title='Put-in-Bay and some other randomness'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-115285421611513865</id><published>2006-07-14T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:24:45.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's totally been two months since I last posted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wow...time sure does fly when you're having fun. And I really mean it. One day I'm enjoying all the time I get to spend with my wonderful boyfriend and the next day I'm watching him leave for college. And that really sucks. College sucks. I mean it. And I don't care how many people disagree and say, "college is the best four years of your life!" In fact I'm sick of hearing people praise college so much and then look down on me for not sitting on the edge of my seat just waiting to go back. I love my spending time with my family and friends and being home. Home is in Loudonville, not Miami University! (Although I do really like the school and am glad I chose it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway...yeah summer has been going great. I've gottten to go to Put-in-Bay twice. Once with my family and once with John for the Fourth of July fireworks. That was really great. I got to spend two straight days with my boyfriend and I got to see my cousins that I don't get to see that often. I've also been working...not really as much as I want, but oh well...no complaining here. I'm not much of a complainer. Always look on the bright side of life I say! Or so Monty Python says...because they're freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've only got a little over a month left before I head back to school. I guess I'll just be working and hanging out...hopefully I'll be spending lots more time with family and friends. I suppose I should try and keep this thing updated. Especially since Marissa and Tyrus are still blogging it up, and especialy since John will need more stuff to do instead of homework. Heehee. Well, it is 1:10 in the morning and I need to wake up bright and early to run! Yeah, that's right. I am totally running now...well...not every day...but as often as I can...well sometimes I just sleep in...shut up! I'm trying here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-115285421611513865?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/115285421611513865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=115285421611513865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115285421611513865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/115285421611513865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-totally-been-two-months-since-i.html' title='It&apos;s totally been two months since I last posted'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-114782226731648635</id><published>2006-05-16T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:18:09.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a loser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well unfortunately I'm a loser and I haven't updated this thing yet. Actually...I think I'd be more of a loser if I had nothing better to do than write a new blog post every day. So yay for me for not being a loser!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not much has been going on. I've worked some, but not much because I'm not really getting as many hours as I had hoped or planned on. I found out that I will only be working about 3 1/2 days a week at Broken Rocks. Which is definitely not really enough considering it's the only job I have right now. So hopefully I can get more hours soon because everyone knows how much money us college kids need. I'll also try to babysit as much as possible, but it will be difficult to get hours from Marissa. Babysitting hog, lol. But if I don't get more work I might have to look into getting a second job of some sort, which but I don't really want to. I'd rather just work a lot at Broken Rocks because I like waitressing. I think it suits me well. I'm really hoping I can just get more hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other than that I've just been spending time hanging out and relaxing. I've been getting to see a lot of my boyfriend (yeah, that's right! I am no longer single. Go figure). Also I got to hang out with the Fab Five minus one last night. Tiffani, Amy, Marissa, and I (Ashley is still at college) went to see Just My Luck, the new Lindsay Lohan movie. Yes, I admit I'm curious enough to pay money to see it...and I must say it was actually better than I thought it would be, although there was still a little lack of talent on Lindsay Lohan's part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also got my wisdom teeth taken out a week ago...all four of them. I got put to sleep with an IV and I am still freaking bruised from it! WTF?! Oh well, the IV wasn't so bad. Which is a good thing because that's what I was mostly worried about. I'm sort of a wuss when it comes to needles. Shots and surgeries on the mouth I can handle. Heck I had 10 teeth pulled and a bit of gum surgery. That was nothing, but shots...that's another story. But overall it was really not that bad at all. I was on vicodin straight for two days so that probably helped. Yeah...I like vicodin. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alrighty, well I had better go now. I hope everyone enjoys this beautiful weather...yeah right...it's been raining for like a week. Oh well. It will get better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-114782226731648635?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/114782226731648635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=114782226731648635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/114782226731648635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/114782226731648635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-not-loser.html' title='I am not a loser!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-114704170971867235</id><published>2006-05-07T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:41:49.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe it?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow...can you believe that it's been a year since I started writing in this thing again? Which means, it's been a year since my last birthday! That's right! I am now 19 years old. Yay for me! One more year and I'll be two decades old...geesh...I'm getting old. I don't want to grow up. You know, last year on my birthday I was a senior in high school and this year on my birthday I'm totally a sophomore in college. Now if that isn't crazy I don't know what is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So yesterday for my birthday I went to my cousin Josh's wedding, and it was wonderful. Very beautiful. So since we did that all day yesterday I get to celebrate my birthday today. So we're having cake and ice cream in like an hour. Yum Yum! I'm excited, even though I feel like I've been eating nothing but desserts since lent ended and it's the least thing I need right now, especially since I don't have a very convenient rec center a two minute walk away anymore. Which means I need to start running or something....dear me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I have been home for summer for about five days now! And let me just say that it is amazing! Now only have I not had to do any schoolwork, but I've started working again (chaching!) and I get to see my wonderful family. And not to mention my friends...this one guy in particular :) So you know me I've just been chilling by the beach getting a tan. Ha ha. No...if you think that then you DON'T know me. I've basically been trying to get my room organized and all cleaned and working. Which will basically be my entire summer. Well, not so much the cleaning. But definitely working and spending time with friends and family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll be sure to try and keep updating this thing as much as possible, but then again it doesn't really matter because I doubt anyone will even continue reading this thing now that the summer is here and we'll all be so busy with work. But you never know, so stay tuned! Oh, and I am totally getting my wisdom teeth taken out this Tuesday...and I am VERY scared, and going to probably be VERY puffy-faced and sad just sitting here all alone at my house. So if anyone wants to come visit me then be my guest! Just don't laugh at my blimp of a face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-114704170971867235?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/114704170971867235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=114704170971867235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/114704170971867235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/114704170971867235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can you believe it?!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-114635074620963903</id><published>2006-04-29T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:48:53.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As of now I am two papers, two finals, and four days away from going home. I am such a mix of emotions right now. I am very stressed because of all this work, I am sad because I'm going to miss Mallory Ann and horseback riding (yeah...that's about all I'm going to miss...), I am depressed because I don't see why I have to stay four more days. Why can't I just go home now?! I am also very jealous that Marissa gets to go home Monday, whereas I have to wait until Wednesday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;katherinel12:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm going to egg your car as you're driving away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;marissa5687: it's your car too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;katherinel12: I don't care. You're going home without me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But on the other hand I am SO happy to be going home in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;days! In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;days I'll be done with school for almost 3 1/2 months! In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;days I'll be with family and friends! In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;days I'll be with someone special! In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;days I'll be three days away from my 19th birthday. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;days I'll have no worries whatsoever because it will be summer and life will be grand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good luck on finals all you college kids!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep smiling&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025437-114635074620963903?l=kml12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/feeds/114635074620963903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025437&amp;postID=114635074620963903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/114635074620963903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025437/posts/default/114635074620963903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kml12.blogspot.com/2006/04/four-days.html' title='Four days!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06790495484600289227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fe6-WxLC4zI/SQy6oSfMngI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iCVW2En9ANo/S220/IMG_2101+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025437.post-114617527333426950</id><published>2006-04-27T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:11:27.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've GOT to be kidding me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usually when I wake up at seven o'clock for horseback riding I throw on some dirty jeans, an old shirt, and my boots because let's face it. Who wants to get all dolled up to go get dirty? (Except for maybe the typical Miami girl...) But today it was our last class and we were only taking a written final so I thought that it would be a good idea to dress up since I had a group presentation in my class right after horseback riding. If I'm going to stand in front of an entire class I might as well look like I didn't come right out of barn (literally)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So after horseback riding I was walking up the sidewalk next to the main road into Miami University. Being the only one on the sidewalk since I finished my final early and it was only around 8:40 I was startled by honking. I looked over and there it was, my worst nightmare (well...I'm sure I could think of worst), a bald, middle aged semi truck driver waving at me with a disturbing grin on his face. Come on! You've got to be kidding me! I am NEVER honked at. Why today? So naturally I ignore him because it would be a huge waste of the five seconds it would take to wave and smile back at such a disgusting example of the male species.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, Mr. truck driver, I will not show even the slightest bit interest in you. Not even if you showed up on my doorstep with a bouquet of Chrysanthemums offering to take me to the Cheesecake Factory and spend the entire day shopping on your expense! NOT EVEN THEN! Haven't you seen the movie Thelma and Louise? Don't you know what happens to pathetic men like you who honk at passing girls? Apparently not, so why don't you watch that movie THEN dare to honk at me, baldy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know what you're thinking...what a morning, but no...I'm not even done! Not more than ONE minute later I was startled again by a guy in a white truck. He had the window rolled down and he was waving shouting "Hey there!" What is going on?! Do I have a sign on my back that says "If you act like a pig I'll sleep with you"? No! I do not! So after ignoring him I hoped it would stop there...guess again. The creep pulled into the parking lot I was walking through. Once again he continued to wave and call at me, but I just walked by, praying that he wouldn't get out of his car. THEN, as if all that wasn't enough, about fifteen minutes later while I was walking to my next class he was parked at Presser Hall...the parking lot I have to pass through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I walked past, avoiding him, he said "Scorpio?" And although I should have just kept walking I said, "What?" in a perturbed voice. He said "Don't worry. My wife lives right over there" and pointed to the house next to the parking lot. Now since that is the only house in that area and I'm about 99.9% sure it's owned by the university I'm going to safely assume he was lying. So he continued to say "Are you a Scorpio, red?" Dear me...was he actually asking my sign. People ACTUALLY do that?! Hoping to shut him up, just as I was almost past him I said "Taurus." Why I answered him...I'll never know...but then he said "You're a bull?!" I should have said, "Yeah, and you're an ass." But I'm pretty sure to him it would have sounded more like "Let's get out of here, baby!" (Sorry for the vulgar language mom and dad...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did you expect, Mr. Astrologist? Did you think I'd actually engage in a flirtacious conversation with you? Did it not occur to you that I don't have the slightest 
