<?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-5078547977637157280</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:50:56.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I plan on sleeping in</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7075476091616312005</id><published>2011-07-18T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:25:17.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day4: a photo of a place you'd like to visit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88ge2VLci1E/TiTAyjs5AbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0rJNjsB68oU/s1600/aussie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88ge2VLci1E/TiTAyjs5AbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0rJNjsB68oU/s400/aussie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630837408929481138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Australia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-7075476091616312005?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7075476091616312005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7075476091616312005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7075476091616312005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7075476091616312005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2011/07/day4-photo-of-place-youd-like-to-visit.html' title='Day4: a photo of a place you&apos;d like to visit.'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88ge2VLci1E/TiTAyjs5AbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0rJNjsB68oU/s72-c/aussie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-2192901381859237065</id><published>2011-07-02T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T19:56:23.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day3: a photo that makes you happy.</title><content 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title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/2192901381859237065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/2192901381859237065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2011/07/day3-photo-that-makes-you-happy.html' title='Day3: a photo that makes you happy.'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJV9Zs2K3Lg/Tg_aUIqIPsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VxBL8Le4PwU/s72-c/ethan%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-2459223955369116004</id><published>2011-06-28T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:14:15.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day2: a photo of yourself at least a year ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSk8obtaScw/Tgo2ELis3dI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9ct_xFHhfNw/s1600/brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSk8obtaScw/Tgo2ELis3dI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9ct_xFHhfNw/s400/brown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623366530171198930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the same day as my first picture, but I posted that one before I slept...so I count it as yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-2459223955369116004?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/2459223955369116004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=2459223955369116004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/2459223955369116004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/2459223955369116004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2011/06/day2-photo-of-yourself-at-least-year.html' title='Day2: a photo of yourself at least a year ago.'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSk8obtaScw/Tgo2ELis3dI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9ct_xFHhfNw/s72-c/brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-3979135840625374004</id><published>2011-06-27T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:30:50.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day1: a photo of you today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-Hzx3I99y8/Tgl1CnauInI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w5hsFq4oyjo/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-Hzx3I99y8/Tgl1CnauInI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w5hsFq4oyjo/s400/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623154297550021234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-3979135840625374004?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/3979135840625374004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=3979135840625374004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/3979135840625374004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/3979135840625374004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2011/06/day1-photo-of-you-today.html' title='Day1: a photo of you today.'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-Hzx3I99y8/Tgl1CnauInI/AAAAAAAAAGI/w5hsFq4oyjo/s72-c/086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7186992093633046757</id><published>2010-12-03T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:50:27.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days.</title><content type='html'>I will start this when I get my camera out to take a photo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day1: a photo of you today.&lt;br /&gt;Day2: a photo of yourself at least a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;Day3: a photo that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day4: a photo of a place you'd like to visit.&lt;br /&gt;Day5: a photo that makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Day6: a photo of someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;Day7: a photo of something you stand for.&lt;br /&gt;Day8: a photo of something you enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;Day9: a photo of yourself when you were a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Day10: any photo you like for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;Day11: a photo of a night you loved.&lt;br /&gt;Day12: a photo of when you were happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day13: a photo of one of your favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;Day14: a photo of your best friend (s).&lt;br /&gt;Day15: a photo of you and a family member.&lt;br /&gt;Day16: a photo from your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Day17: a photo from a trip you'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Day18: a photo of your town.&lt;br /&gt;Day19: a photo of your favorite thing from school.&lt;br /&gt;Day20: a photo of something you ate today.&lt;br /&gt;Day21: a photo of somebody you find attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Day22: a photo that you associate a good memory with.&lt;br /&gt;Day23: a photo of something you want to do someday.&lt;br /&gt;Day24: a photo of what you want to be when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Day25: a photo that inspires you.&lt;br /&gt;Day26: a photo of your favorite subject in school.&lt;br /&gt;Day27: a photo of something you are looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Day28: a photo of something/somebody that made your day.&lt;br /&gt;Day29: a photo of your favorite person from history.&lt;br /&gt;Day30: a photo you find beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-7186992093633046757?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7186992093633046757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7186992093633046757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7186992093633046757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7186992093633046757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2010/12/30-days.html' title='30 days.'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-2033145453968132210</id><published>2009-11-24T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:11:53.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could write the best book on underage tragedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sole purpose of this entry is so Ariella can read my statistics essay :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For my group statistics project, we took a sample of eighty-seven students and surveyed them on the subject of body modification.  My group members and I decided on this topic because we thought the data found would be fascinating.  We asked questions concerning whether the students approve of body modification, if they had done any form of it, and so on.  We were surprised by the results the surveys provided us with.&lt;br /&gt;    We found our survey experience rather unproblematic, with a small amount of issues in the process. When going to classrooms to conduct our surveys, the topic of the survey was not approved of by everyone. Some students and teachers alike thought our subject was unpleasant.  Those who disapproved of the survey most commonly referred to it as, “Gross”.   In addition, a few students were not certain of exactly what body modification meant.  Once that matter was cleared up, the remainder of the process was a breeze.  If given the chance to revise the survey, I would include a definition of body modification on it to make matters easier for the students.  Other than that I would not make any changes to the survey.&lt;br /&gt;    My group and I came across a handful of difficulties while organizing the data and making the presentation.  The most difficult part of organizing the data was totaling all of the results.  Having surveyed eighty-seven students with fifteen questions per survey made adding together all of the responses quite timely.  Also, we had to be precise when tallying the data to make sure we did not repeat or skip any answers in the process.  There were times we were not sure of whether we had already tallied a result or not.  In the end we had the correct amount of data for each question. &lt;br /&gt;    Preparing the presentation was more challenging than organizing the data.  The main reason for this was working with a defective computer.  The computer was grueling to work on, it was constantly freezing, shutting down randomly, and running extremely slow.  Data was lost on several occasions due to the computer shutting itself off repetitively.  What should have taken maybe an hour and a half to put together ended up taking approximately four hours to complete.  To add to the computer issues, my group was not experienced in Microsoft PowerPoint.  We were not certain of how to make the charts and graphs the style we had wanted them.  Fortunately, after exploring around on the program a while, we figured out how to make our presentation the way we had anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;    Several results collected from the overall data were found to be rather surprising.  The most shocking of them, all in my opinion, was that of the students that have piercings,  more of them have pierced themselves than those who have not. It was found that fifty-six percent of the students with piercings, have pierced themselves in the past.  Another unexpected result was that fifteen percent of the students surveyed have tattoos. Although that does not appear to be a high number, only one student who participated in the survey was of legal age to get a tattoo without a guardian.  &lt;br /&gt;    Overall, I enjoyed taking part in this group project.  My group partners were fantastic to work with throughout the entire experience.  We all got along well and did not have a single issue with each other while working together.  I would not change anything about the experience I had doing this project.  I enjoyed the group and had a excellent time learning interesting facts about students at RCHS.  If given the opportunity I would most definitely take part in doing something similar to this in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-2033145453968132210?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/2033145453968132210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=2033145453968132210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/2033145453968132210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/2033145453968132210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-could-write-best-book-on-underage.html' title='I could write the best book on underage tragedy.'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7920050696592183884</id><published>2009-08-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:15:47.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even fairytale characters would be jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all I have ever wanted is to feel as if I wasn't alone&lt;/span&gt;." - A Million Little Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SpeQ2NJsf-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3gmBhxe3MZw/s1600-h/fuckitup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SpeQ2NJsf-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3gmBhxe3MZw/s400/fuckitup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374923941207637986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artstarphilly.com/shop/prints/halsey53.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artstarphilly.com/shop/prints/halsey_necklace.jpg" photo="" of="" a="" big="" bunny="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^^^ Someone buy me this! Click the picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-7920050696592183884?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7920050696592183884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7920050696592183884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7920050696592183884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7920050696592183884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/08/even-fairytale-characters-would-be.html' title='Even fairytale characters would be jealous'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SpeQ2NJsf-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3gmBhxe3MZw/s72-c/fuckitup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-5859336382450073404</id><published>2009-07-20T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:36:03.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 315px;" src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/IMG_0566.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I miss last summer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-5859336382450073404?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/5859336382450073404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=5859336382450073404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/5859336382450073404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/5859336382450073404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-4002770729453304788</id><published>2009-07-15T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:08:47.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally know now where my heart belongs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"When I was with him, I didn't have to be perfect, or even try for perfect. He already knew my secrets, the things I'd kept hidden from everyone else, so I could just be myself. Which shouldn't have been such a big deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But it was&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;."  -The Truth about Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow wow wow! I keep forgetting about my poor lonely blog:[. My bad! I'm a jerk like that, whoops. Well anyway, life has definitely changed since I last wrote in this badboy! It's summer time woo! It's been a good one fosho! The boyfriend keeps me entertained.  We have went to Calder Farm and Cedar Point:).  I went to the Toledo Zoo too with Kasyera! Hmm hmm hmm what else? I go to the movies...constantly. I've basically seen everything in theaters because that's how I roll. Actually, I've been to the movies the past three days in a row! I saw Bruno with my cousin Aaron 2 days ago, Harry Potter at midnight with Nick, his sisters, and Kyle, and I saw I love you Beth Cooper today with Chelsea, Mary, and Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have lots more fun summer plans too. I'm going to Warped Tour with Libs and to see Blink 182 with Nicholas, Julie, and her sister Alecia! I'm way stoked up! I love me some sweet bands:].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Julie was just in town from Arizona. She was supposed to meet Nick but our schedules never matched so that didn't end up happening. Surprisingly, my whole family knows about him, including Bill. Scary eh?? Anyway! Back to Jules. In December I'm thinking about going to Arizona again to stay with her. She's going to take me to get tatted up! Woo hoo! But Lib and I made plans forever ago to go to Boston the December we turn 18, so I may end up doing that instead, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Here's some fun shit, I pierced my nose today! My dad was supposed to take me but he's lazy, then my cousin was going to do it but his needles are bigger than the gauge size I want, soo I went out and bought a nose ring and pierced it myself. I don't have it in now though because the hoop was really small so it was way tight from it swelling. I didn't want my nose to get infected so I took it out. You can still see the hole though, and I have picture evidence;]. I'm going to buy a stud and then do it again, I'll leave that in until it heals, then put the hoop back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else to ramble about at the moment so I'll peace out nukkas! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-4002770729453304788?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/4002770729453304788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=4002770729453304788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/4002770729453304788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/4002770729453304788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-finally-know-now-where-my-heart.html' title='I finally know now where my heart belongs'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-1795859587528118851</id><published>2009-06-12T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:21:54.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQ4MjM2OTk4OTAmcHQ9MTI*NDgyMzcwMjg*MyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWE*YjM2MGJlYzk4YjQ2NjdhZDNhZWM2NjhkNDRkZmNm.gif" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/widgets/emolove.swf" menu="false" flashvars="d=23&amp;amp;m=4&amp;amp;y=2009&amp;amp;mycolor=A56CA6&amp;amp;mycolor2=51799E" quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="230" name="MyFlashFetish.com" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-1795859587528118851?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/1795859587528118851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=1795859587528118851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/1795859587528118851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/1795859587528118851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wont-cross-these-streets-until-you.html' title='I won&apos;t cross these streets until you hold my hand.'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7906456098861468088</id><published>2009-04-06T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:49:14.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Dress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/Sdq_GJ8IpkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D41_0-q8-0U/s1600-h/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/Sdq_GJ8IpkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D41_0-q8-0U/s400/prom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321776022159926850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo! finally found a dress:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-7906456098861468088?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7906456098861468088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7906456098861468088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7906456098861468088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7906456098861468088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/04/prom-dress.html' title='Prom Dress!'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/Sdq_GJ8IpkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/D41_0-q8-0U/s72-c/prom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7708806886941642864</id><published>2009-04-04T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:21:24.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please know that I'm yours to keep</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life isn't so bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-7708806886941642864?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7708806886941642864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7708806886941642864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7708806886941642864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7708806886941642864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-know-that-im-yours-to-keep.html' title='Please know that I&apos;m yours to keep'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-818453494098694864</id><published>2009-04-03T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:11:39.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the white pill, you'll feel alright</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while. I'm a lazy bean. I want to keep up with this but I just well..like I said I'm just really lazy.  I didn't feel hot this morning so I didn't go to school. Of course when I do feel better Big Bad Bill won't let me leave because he's an asshole. I hate being stuck in the house all day. It makes me crazy. I have sat on stickam and played Nintendo Ds all day! I may kill myself sometime soon. I want to watch Marley and Me sooo much. Bill said he's buy it for me and then when we went to Meijer he was like NO I HAVE NO MONEY. Um..that is what I came for to begin with.  Why did we go then jerk? Of course he is like well you wanted makeup. I wanted eyeliner..and not some shit eyeliner that I'd find at Meijer. I wanted M.A.C. eyeliner. Whatever. I'll get Marley and Me eventually. Tony has it and I'm highly jealous, not going to lie. Hmmm..what to write about. In 6 days I will be in Arizona! YAY! I soo need a vacation. I'm sick and tired of Michigan and everyone here. I swear I have no friends anymore. I obviously have Alicia but it's like, when I'm not hanging with her I never have anyone. Since we normally always hang, I never bother with anyone else. But when she is all sickly like she has been, I sit here like OMG WHAT CAN I DO! ugh. Mr. Robinson said people can only actually have truly one friend because you can only devote your time and stuff to one person. I guess he is right. I mean I consider more than her my friend, but he in terms is right. When that one person is busy it sucks though:/ I hate being all alone. It makes me miserable. Ugh. I hate this single life too. I mean I'm not one of those people who NEEDS to be with someone. But like..I'm just lonely. When I'm dating someone, I always have someone to rely on, to entertain me, to think about. Now I just sit here all bored and sad about having nothing to do and no one to care about. Sigh. Emo bitch. Whine Whine Whine. I'm done with this blog. It's not cheering me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I kept you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once heard you say stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I wish I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the nerve to tell you that I'm a wreck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really did you expect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never listened to what I said to you&lt;/span&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/5078547977637157280-818453494098694864?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/818453494098694864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=818453494098694864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/818453494098694864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/818453494098694864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-white-pill-youll-feel-alright.html' title='Take the white pill, you&apos;ll feel alright'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7068822769289445803</id><published>2009-03-30T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:52:12.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is morning, it's when I spend the most time thinking about what I've given up</title><content type='html'>It's about 6:40 am right now. Yawn! I've been up for almost an hour. Yuck. I'm all showered and ready for my day for the most part. I mean I still need to do my hair and such, if that is I decide I'm not too lazy to do it today. I generally am... oh well.  I am up this early because it's a Monday. Alex has school in the mornings on Monday and Wednesday so I get up early so I'm showered before him.  Well today it was pointless, because Alex is still sick(or sick again?) so he's going to the hospital again to get more meds aka I don't need to be awake. My poor brubby is always sick like momma because he ended up with her asthma, allergies, etc. Sucks. So I weighed myself again this morning and I weigh 2 pounds less than what I weighed last night. I guess that's because it's morning and I haven't eaten and stuff today. Either way I'm way okay with it. Fereal! This is going to be a short post. Honestly..I only posted because that Jack's Mannequin song was stuck in my head and I was like,"hey! I can use that as a blog title! but only in the morning...hmm...I guess I'll go blog?" and that is how this blog came about. Luckily for me I don't leave for school for another hour. You see, I'm in voc so normally I would have to be at RCHS to catch my bus at 7:30. Today is different.  Last night I asked Bill just to take me to Woodhaven because it's a Monday.  I don't want to deal with getting on and off buses all morning, especially since it snowed last night and I still have no coat.  My dad has no issue just taking me to Hoodhaven, so every so often I just have him take me there instead of to Riverview. That way school for me doesn't need to start until almost 8:30! ballin!  I guess I should go sorta maybe try to get ready now.  Then after school off to Aunt Laura's house to exercise and maybe going to hang out with Tony after, depending how long I'm at her house:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;The words are hushed lets not get busted;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lay entwined here, undiscovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe in here from all the stupid questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey did you get some?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that is so dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we can get some. ;]&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/5078547977637157280-7068822769289445803?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7068822769289445803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7068822769289445803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7068822769289445803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7068822769289445803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-morning-its-when-i-spend-most.html' title='This is morning, it&apos;s when I spend the most time thinking about what I&apos;ve given up'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-6085252256372025056</id><published>2009-03-29T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:51:37.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The future freaks me out</title><content type='html'>wtf. No where but Michigan would it snow when it's almost April. wow. This is lamesauce.  I just want to go walk around and this weather is making it quite difficult for that to happen. Grr! On another note, I had a really good weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Friday, Alicia and I didn't do much of anything. We went to the mall and saw Throwing Paper Airplanes at hot topic, but that's about it. When we got back we passed out watching some awful comedian. But none the less, it was good times. Sometimes I need just a chill at home(Alicia's house) night. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Alicia and I chilled at her house for a while then headed to my house.  We basically just did our hair and stuff here then headed back to her place. We got some dinner than went to Ben's house for his 18th birthday party! That was pretty lame at first because no one was really there and there wasn't much going on. It ended up fun though.  Plus Tony and I had some hot make out action. Jk. Well not really.  It happened..but it wasn't really "hot make out action".  Actually, it was cute kissing in the rain action, like in the movies&lt;3! I haven't really decided if I like him yet. I know, I know, I shouldn't be kissing on boys I don't even know if I like.  It's just that he goes to Southgate, so I rarely see him.  Neither of us drive and we live on opposite sides of Slutgate.  Oh well.  I guess either we hang more or I say it's a no go. I am not come girl who casually kisses on people.  I like relationships.  Either he proves he wants to get to know me or I kick him to the curb.  It's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about silly Tony. Today was fun too! I slept in until almost 1 which is really lame because I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.  Oh well.  Once I woke up Alicia and I talked to icki(Alicia's momma) for a while then we got ourselves some tbell. After we ate we went to my house.  I attempted to help Alicia with her homework..which was a sad attempt.  I got to shower, do some laundry, and take care of my ferrets.  Once Alicia finished what we understood of her homework, we watched Music and Lyrics.  She had never seen it so I made her watch that instead of Wall-E. She hasn't seen Wall-E either, but I still can't get myself to watch that movie again. We won't get into that. After we watched that she went home to finish her homework, shower, and what not. It was a good day:]&lt;br /&gt;So I know I mentioned in my last blog about working out at my Aunt Laura's.  Well, Alicia will be accompanying me there every day after school. I'm pretty stoked because it's easier to stick to exercising and what not when you have someone doing it with you.  I just hope she sticks to it.  She used to have to do her homework after school some days before her mom would let her go do stuff.  So hopefully that won't happen and she'll be able to keep going with me. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have rambled enough for today. I don't think anyone reads this other than Alicia, and she already knows all of this so its pointless to keep going on.  I'll try to post more but I get lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Let's drink to memories we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down one for all the hopes and cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's two for being unaware that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;before too long you'll be a memory&lt;/span&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/5078547977637157280-6085252256372025056?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/6085252256372025056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=6085252256372025056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/6085252256372025056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/6085252256372025056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/future-freaks-me-out.html' title='The future freaks me out'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-3303601072838032875</id><published>2009-03-26T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:51:27.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juice box, paper hat, and a line of pixie stix</title><content type='html'>I've gotten lazy and haven't wrote in here in a while.  Hmm..I still need to post my bad ass sociology paper.  I was pretty proud of that but I never bring my notebook home.  Not too much has been going on.  Alicia had a party over the weekend since they're moving.  That was most definitely good times.  Lost some friends, gained some friends. It all works out in the end. On another note I leave for Arizona on the 10th and come back the 17th I believe. I should probably actually find that out.  It's a bit important.  I have the e-mail, just need to go look at it eventually.  What else... hmm hmm hmm.  Still haven't found a prom dress.  I doubt I'll even go.  I didn't want to begin with. Now the people that were like OMG YOU'RE SO LAME YOU HAVE TO COME, are being pissy because I haven't given them an answer due to not having a dress.  Don't fucking bother me about going and then get pissy and act like it's a problem for me to go. Fuckthatnoise. Whatever. Well I'm off to go work out at my aunt Laura's house.  My diet has been going pretty well.  I have kept on it.  I don't look any different in my opinion, my dad says I do. I think he's saying it to be nice.  Alicia said my face looks thinner..but once again, I think it's just to be nice.  I guess they figure if I don't think I'm making improvement I'll stop trying.  I'm not giving up on this.  It's been a while now and I have been eating way better and walking around a lot.  I don't do much actually working out though. I probably should but we don't have any exercise stuff here and I'm not a fan of push up type shit.  Aunt Laura has a treadmill so I'll be going there as much as I can to use hers. Okay..leaving now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I lie but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you still trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you believed with so much hope&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm the one that let you go&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/5078547977637157280-3303601072838032875?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/3303601072838032875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=3303601072838032875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/3303601072838032875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/3303601072838032875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/juice-box-paper-hat-and-line-of-pixie.html' title='Juice box, paper hat, and a line of pixie stix'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-1025322508734143167</id><published>2009-03-19T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:12:04.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will those hissyfits teach you but how to cry, pussy</title><content type='html'>Don't be such a whiny bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's annoying as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-1025322508734143167?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/1025322508734143167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=1025322508734143167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/1025322508734143167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/1025322508734143167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-will-those-hissyfits-teach-you-but.html' title='What will those hissyfits teach you but how to cry, pussy'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-4044799071181737246</id><published>2009-03-18T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:14:22.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sociology paper ftw!</title><content type='html'>Alright guys, I'm going to type my sociology paper out for you all to enjoy.  You will notice it'll make no sense to you and that's the point. It's supposed to be about "a different culture" called the "Nacirema".  There's actually a hidden meaning behind it. You'll have to know if you read this and figure it out.  Otherwise my next blog will explain for everyone/anyone who reads this:D I will add though, once you do know what it's about you'll find it clever and pretty funny in my personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... shit fuck cunt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where I realize I didn't even bring my notebook home from school.&lt;br /&gt;sob.&lt;br /&gt;well..on that note...I will type the paper out for everyone tomorrow, and the next day explain it in a blog.&lt;br /&gt;my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;since you left me, things have never been the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;but hour by hour, day by day. your memory will fade away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;every sunrise, every sunset, will help me to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;your name, your smile, your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-4044799071181737246?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/4044799071181737246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=4044799071181737246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/4044799071181737246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/4044799071181737246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/sociology-paper-ftw.html' title='Sociology paper ftw!'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7557783750856062170</id><published>2009-03-16T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:56:41.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up</title><content type='html'>Can I just quit life for a little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/Sb6ERK9uAxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N0kLMyxzL8U/s1600-h/NationalTellASecretDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/Sb6ERK9uAxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N0kLMyxzL8U/s320/NationalTellASecretDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313830040879629074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said that life was fair,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not saying that it should be&lt;br /&gt;So knowing that you are what you want to be and I'm not comes as no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;But don't expect me to be happy for you,&lt;br /&gt;And don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-7557783750856062170?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7557783750856062170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7557783750856062170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7557783750856062170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7557783750856062170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-just-quit-life-for-little-bit-no.html' title='We never grew out of this feeling that we won&apos;t give up'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/Sb6ERK9uAxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N0kLMyxzL8U/s72-c/NationalTellASecretDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7762852114326288610</id><published>2009-03-13T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:08:32.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I sing pretty things but I never quite say what I mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/Sbqui0RAT0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xVCLbiMr39A/s1600-h/finelychopped.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/Sbqui0RAT0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xVCLbiMr39A/s320/finelychopped.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312750623605673794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF! Finally! After two stressful weeks of finals, acts, and mmes I'm done!! It's been a long two weeks so I expect I'll probably sleep a lot this weekend. Josh wants me to go to the mod with him tonight,where as Alicia wants me to go to the new house with her. I'd obviously pick Alicia over anyone so I'll probably do that.  She may be going without me though, since I came home for dinner and I'm not with her to go. Who knows. I just want a fun, relaxing weekend. I have a crap ton of homework though. Yuck. It's all super easy but as we all should know, I'm as lazy as it gets. I know I'll hold it off until Sunday, or do it in graphics class Monday morning. I'm like that:x oh oh oh! Arizona in less than a month! I'm so stoked! I really need a vacation.  Luckily, I'll be in Arizona with Julie on my momma's birthday. I always get pretty bummed, so it'll nice to be with her. Anywho. I'm done rambling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And every relationship I've ever been in has fallen apart at the seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And I'm just afraid I've been singing about love but I'll never find out what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And if I was honest about what the problem is I'd have to admit  that it's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I'm just trying to live up to all that you want me to be.&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/5078547977637157280-7762852114326288610?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7762852114326288610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7762852114326288610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7762852114326288610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7762852114326288610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-sing-pretty-things-but-i-never-quite.html' title='I sing pretty things but I never quite say what I mean'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/Sbqui0RAT0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xVCLbiMr39A/s72-c/finelychopped.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-9045331712767399119</id><published>2009-03-12T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:22:43.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so cute when you're slurring your speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've decided I'm on a diet. I'm not happy with my weight, so it's time for some change. Bill and I went shopping today and got lots of healthy none fattening food! Woo Woo!  Oh and we took the last part of the MME today. I'm soo glad that is finally over. They were no fun at all. I don't have much to say today but I'll leave you with a photo. It's not an attractive photo but I'm okay with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/green-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/green-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm a war of head versus heart&lt;br /&gt;And it's always this way&lt;br /&gt;My head is weak, my heart always speaks&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what it will say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-9045331712767399119?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/9045331712767399119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=9045331712767399119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/9045331712767399119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/9045331712767399119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-so-cute-when-youre-slurring-your.html' title='You&apos;re so cute when you&apos;re slurring your speech'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-5994459690148168733</id><published>2009-03-11T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:03:20.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go choke on your irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/jew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/jew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/jew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/biffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/biffle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/killakt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/killakt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/chew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee338/playkillaktplay/chew.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;div&gt;I've decided I like posting pictures way more than writing. So I have some lovely pictures from my cellular device to share with my blog readers. Enjoy loves&lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5078547977637157280-5994459690148168733?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/5994459690148168733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=5994459690148168733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/5994459690148168733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/5994459690148168733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-choke-on-your-irony.html' title='Go choke on your irony'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7697746074677399246</id><published>2009-03-10T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:38:06.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking I'd prefer not to be rescued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Did I mention I have completely different hair these days???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SbbrMAVlCTI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZQhyBn0ANLo/s1600-h/omgznoway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SbbrMAVlCTI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZQhyBn0ANLo/s320/omgznoway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311691402011543858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SbbrkVEWG-I/AAAAAAAAADo/SxkZAJAEOeI/s1600-h/th_love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SbbrkVEWG-I/AAAAAAAAADo/SxkZAJAEOeI/s320/th_love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311691819893267426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SbbrZCUrhNI/AAAAAAAAADg/qVw3h-pGvck/s1600-h/th_love.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-7697746074677399246?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7697746074677399246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7697746074677399246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7697746074677399246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7697746074677399246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-thinking-id-prefer-not-to-be-rescued.html' title='I&apos;m thinking I&apos;d prefer not to be rescued...'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SbbrMAVlCTI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZQhyBn0ANLo/s72-c/omgznoway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-7204444014901387860</id><published>2009-03-10T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:25:46.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I taste is blood between my teeth</title><content type='html'>I haven't wrote on this site in so long. I always get on here and say I'm going to write every single day but it never happens. I'm lame like that. Sorry. No one reads this anyway so I'm cool with it. First off, I put Josh Faris instead of Sean Faris on my last blog. It was noticed quite some time ago but I don't know how to fix blogs so I just left it..my bad. Hmm what's been going on in the life of Katie...a bunch of nothing. School, friends, sleeping, living life. Nothing exciting has been happening unfortunately. In school we just had the act and finals. Oh boy! I have mme's the next few days of school.  I'm not too stoked about that. I hate stupid standardized texts. They're gay as balls. Yes, balls are that gay. You know what upsets me? I have all this music torrenting and none of it seems to want to actually working. It's just chillin on bittorrent doing nothing. Fuckthatnoise. Grr! I just want some new music. WAH WAH WAH! WHINY BITCH! This isn't very entertaining for anyone who does read it..my bad. I just can't write unless I know exactly what I want to write about, which I do not. Life is pretty boring. Single, jobless, best friend is moving. There's nothing to be excited about.  Spring break is soon though, so that's a plus.  I get to go to Arizona for 10ish days and stay with Jules.  I haven't seen her since Alex's graduation. It sucks hardxcore, all of us being spread apart.  Everyone close to seems to be gone, or is leaving. I just want to be able to leave too. I need to get out and do something new and fun.  The boring life is well..just that..boring. (I apologize for the lack of structure in this but I would much rather ramble on and on then make paragraphs). Oh here is some exciting news! I broke my toe! Oh boy oh boy! Good times fershiz! NOT! I guess I'm going to stop writing before this gets too much more whiny. Don't want to put people in a bad mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;There's no comfort in the waiting room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;And then the nurse comes around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;And everyone lift their heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;But I’m thinking of what Sarah said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;That&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Love is watching someone die&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/5078547977637157280-7204444014901387860?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/7204444014901387860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=7204444014901387860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7204444014901387860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/7204444014901387860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-i-taste-is-blood-between-my-teeth.html' title='All I taste is blood between my teeth'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-4032026763298860166</id><published>2008-08-06T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:51:29.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing tastes as sweet as what I can't have</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This blog entry is for Alicia!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxsS5_ImI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cdknWDwI_mo/s1600-h/trace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231548554203308642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxsS5_ImI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cdknWDwI_mo/s320/trace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxovhg9lI/AAAAAAAAACw/EDYLG2i78C8/s1600-h/teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231548493165819474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxovhg9lI/AAAAAAAAACw/EDYLG2i78C8/s320/teddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Geiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxlBpStpI/AAAAAAAAACo/e9Wam-WmM9Q/s1600-h/sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231548429310801554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxlBpStpI/AAAAAAAAACo/e9Wam-WmM9Q/s320/sean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Faris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxiKwX0WI/AAAAAAAAACg/hAm_HZtg96A/s1600-h/paul+yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231548380216807778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxiKwX0WI/AAAAAAAAACg/hAm_HZtg96A/s320/paul+yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul (alicia's yellow shirt guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxehH66wI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZygEmLcVSgU/s1600-h/nsn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231548317501680386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxehH66wI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZygEmLcVSgU/s320/nsn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christofer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxZ1SHyMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BkBR836mSSE/s1600-h/nickasaur.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231548237013829826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxZ1SHyMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BkBR836mSSE/s320/nickasaur.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickasaur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxSU5lqXI/AAAAAAAAACI/NCT0PFjH_QA/s1600-h/mason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231548108061911410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxSU5lqXI/AAAAAAAAACI/NCT0PFjH_QA/s320/mason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason Musso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxN0AB6TI/AAAAAAAAACA/3aQLTG90OhQ/s1600-h/josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231548030511081778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxN0AB6TI/AAAAAAAAACA/3aQLTG90OhQ/s320/josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Peck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxJNQik5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VICxsHcL2GU/s1600-h/evanpeters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547951391871890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxJNQik5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VICxsHcL2GU/s320/evanpeters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan Peters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxEwZCBGI/AAAAAAAAABw/bmoD-0VWajM/s1600-h/dna.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547874923381858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxEwZCBGI/AAAAAAAAABw/bmoD-0VWajM/s320/dna.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel the Photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxA1Pg8YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Etiic68AZPs/s1600-h/davey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547807506166146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxA1Pg8YI/AAAAAAAAABo/Etiic68AZPs/s320/davey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davey (a kidnap in color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJow82RAbHI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xcdput65hiM/s1600-h/danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547739061382258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJow82RAbHI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xcdput65hiM/s320/danny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny(lights out dancing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJow3HnS1XI/AAAAAAAAABY/w7d83o-bg1I/s1600-h/chase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547640639051122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJow3HnS1XI/AAAAAAAAABY/w7d83o-bg1I/s320/chase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJowuxS-T_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GMFPLCKSLZQ/s1600-h/alex.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547497209286642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJowuxS-T_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GMFPLCKSLZQ/s320/alex.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Evans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5078547977637157280-4032026763298860166?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/4032026763298860166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=4032026763298860166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/4032026763298860166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/4032026763298860166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-tastes-as-sweet-as-what-i-cant.html' title='Nothing tastes as sweet as what I can&apos;t have'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SJoxsS5_ImI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cdknWDwI_mo/s72-c/trace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-3493813712783294257</id><published>2008-08-01T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:44:15.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck your parents and your brothers bed time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;okay I don't have lyrics that I feel like posting at the top today. Sorry guys.  So I know I said I was going to be posting every day but the past few days I've either been gone or sleeping.  That's my bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;hmm I'm not really sure what to write about today.  I stayed at Alicia's 2 nights ago and we played spyro and listened to music all night.  That's what we did all day yesterday too until I finally came home.  I didn't do anything at home besides shower and talk online for a bit, then passed out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I am proud to say I got up at 8:30 today!  That's probably the earliest all summer.  I really like sleeping in.  But getting up early feels so much nicer, I don't feel like I sleep the day away.  Plus I got to watch Ellen!  I haven't watched that in so long because I always sleep through it.  Unfortunately it was an old episode =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Bryan is supposed to come visit on the 20th =D Well he'd leave MA then.  He'd get there early on the 21st and leave that Monday.  The only issue is getting him to and from the station.   I am hoping Katie will drive him but she isn't responding to my texts.  Grr katie grr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Well this is getting boring....I really am not that exciting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh here we go!!  Alicia and I are going to see Metro station!, The Maine, and Boys like Girls!!  Yay yay yay!  We are also going to see Rediscover=D  I'm pretty stoked.  I haven't seen Rediscover in a couple years so I'm way ready to see them again:]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of Alicia, she is going to stay over tonight=D  This should be fun if Bill doesn't come home being an angry drunk again.  I'd like to avoid that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078547977637157280-3493813712783294257?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/3493813712783294257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=3493813712783294257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/3493813712783294257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/3493813712783294257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuck-your-parents-and-your-brothers-bed.html' title='Fuck your parents and your brothers bed time'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-6084330124409873207</id><published>2008-07-28T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:00:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I candy coat and cover everything, but I'm still hiding underneath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Go ahead and buy yourself a drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cause you know you're deserving of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Go ahead and cry yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And think how you hate me so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm hmm hmm..what do I have to say today??? Well..I just got home from Alicia's lovely house:D. I stayed over there last night, we watched Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins..I think that was the name atleast. Today we watched Fools Gold. Besides that we basically just listened to music and watched shows like CSI and Law and Order hehe:].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm pretty stoked right now, I just talked to Bryan a bit ago and he wants to come sometime soon. When I say sometime soon I mean...SOON, as in August=D. WEEE!!! Yes please! We still have to figure it all out but I'm hoping it goes well. Otherwise he is coming in December, maybe October too. My boyfriend &gt; you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Unfortunately I don't have anything else fun to share with the world today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;enjoy;]&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/5078547977637157280-6084330124409873207?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/6084330124409873207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=6084330124409873207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/6084330124409873207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/6084330124409873207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-candy-coat-and-cover-everything-but.html' title='I candy coat and cover everything, but I&apos;m still hiding underneath.'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-4527208222360045249</id><published>2008-07-27T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:28:12.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been asking, I've been drinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SIy-MVnbnrI/AAAAAAAAABI/PO-60ktQz9Q/s1600-h/stop.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227762386640543410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SIy-MVnbnrI/AAAAAAAAABI/PO-60ktQz9Q/s320/stop.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5078547977637157280-4527208222360045249?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/4527208222360045249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=4527208222360045249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/4527208222360045249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/4527208222360045249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2008/07/youve-been-asking-ive-been-drinking.html' title='You&apos;ve been asking, I&apos;ve been drinking...'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SIy-MVnbnrI/AAAAAAAAABI/PO-60ktQz9Q/s72-c/stop.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-2132277757390886676</id><published>2008-07-26T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:59:41.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up you're a drama queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SIuQBdAmIkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-ZgwjV0f_eY/s1600-h/bryann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SIuQBdAmIkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-ZgwjV0f_eY/s320/bryann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430147134988866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SIuP5AKtllI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0Wp8DcAw4ig/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SIuP5AKtllI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0Wp8DcAw4ig/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227430001953838674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know that I shouldn't let it get to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But it does and who am I kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; A dead end job and a lack of family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town really gets to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Okay I used to blog religiously but I kind of just stopped. I'm going to start to post once a day, whether it be a full blog or pictures or something.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Well right now I say I am going to, we'll see how that actually turns out now won't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally use myspace blogging, as you can see there is only one really old blog on here. I decided to stick to this from now on. I don't need a bunch of strangers reading my blogs. Atleast here not as many people will come across it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't actually think of much to say right this second. Lots has changed but I figure if you are reading this you probably know me well enough to know what I'm saying;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this particular moment in time Alicia and my boyfriend are what most of my time are spent on. I wouldn't want it any other way:]. Miss alicia and I have become quite addicted to the concert scene;] we're that cool...as in not really hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of them are at the top hehe:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to cute this off so soon but I need to go to the store. peace nukkas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5078547977637157280-2132277757390886676?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/2132277757390886676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=2132277757390886676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/2132277757390886676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/2132277757390886676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2008/07/wake-up-youre-drama-queen.html' title='Wake up you&apos;re a drama queen'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pgGjmzi3z_Y/SIuQBdAmIkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-ZgwjV0f_eY/s72-c/bryann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078547977637157280.post-5707106427629395454</id><published>2008-02-21T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:31:30.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all out of pulse but I know you can resuscitate me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So carve your apologies in your wrists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Let the guilt drip from your fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm on to you, we're on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Now wear this excuse around your neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'll kick the chair out from your legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, to start this out I am in a very good mood.  I just talked to my sister for a while and she put me in a really good mood.  I am not very good at actually TALKING to people about things that matter.  In this case it was easy, she is my sister and we have lived the same life.  Some of the things she says cracks me up.  You all have really lame siblings compared to mine.  I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway!  She is the reason I am starting to blog on here.  She said I should make an account on here and we can comment eachother and such.  Plus it's better than just myspace blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am pretty stoked.  Julie is shopping right now for stuff to send me.  I told her about my stupid father and how he refuses to buy me shampoo and stuff so I have been stuck using his nasty old fat man stuff.  She decided she would just go buy stuff for me since he won't.  She is wonderful!  Plus she is making me an appointment to FINALLY get my eyebrows done!  WOO!  They really need some love, poor eyebrows.  When she comes here she is taking me to get my hair actually done.  Not like Borics hair cuts and home dying.  It will be a long while but it's something to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We also discussed our soon coming tattoos.  Hers much sooner than mine =p.  Tulips for everyone!  Woo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm..what else do I have to write about today??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I went to Anderson for a voc tour and I LOVE that school.  It's soo much nicer than Riverview and my graphic communications teacher is really cool.  I am stoked for that next year!  My dad asked about it and I told him about it and he was like, "Well, you know you live in Southgate.  You should just go there."  I have told him MANY times, I HATE Southgate students.  Pretty much everyone I know there is lame.  Not that Riverview is much better, but atleast I am used to hating those people.  I don't see why he wants me to go to stupid Southgate.  I love me some Riverview.  It may be a little tiny city with nothing but fast food places but it's my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;...yea I don't really have too much else to write about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh I know!  I am in Photoshop class right now!  I love love love it!  You guys should be stoked.  I normally HATE my entire school day.  That is the one class I look forward to going to.  Plus there isn't a single person in that class that I have any great hate for.  Most of them are Juniors and Seniors actually.  Atleast that's what I think.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Alright..I am done rambling for now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;333&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/5078547977637157280-5707106427629395454?l=katieeno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/feeds/5707106427629395454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5078547977637157280&amp;postID=5707106427629395454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/5707106427629395454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078547977637157280/posts/default/5707106427629395454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieeno.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-all-out-of-pulse-but-i-know-you-can.html' title='I&apos;m all out of pulse but I know you can resuscitate me'/><author><name>Katie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYNOJL6Yo0U/TgEh8rgo_YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/90wEBoCFWkE/s220/019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
