<?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-30408277</id><updated>2012-01-21T08:13:44.575-08:00</updated><category term='guidelines'/><category term='dad'/><category term='NO on 8'/><category term='Dodgeball'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Unibrow'/><category term='boys'/><category term='competition'/><category term='done'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='Shadow Boy'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='classes'/><category term='Fame'/><category term='dating'/><category term='bed'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='work'/><category term='light box'/><category 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undiluted.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1976738327545872028</id><published>2010-06-16T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:11:21.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still following on blogspot?</title><content type='html'>Hello, I just thought I would let it be known that I am officially at &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.com"&gt;purekatherine.com&lt;/a&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, come by and see what's happening there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1976738327545872028?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5884946934520025234</id><published>2010-02-12T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:38:18.199-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>Up and Crawling</title><content type='html'>It's nothing special yet, but &lt;a href="http://www.purekatherine.com"&gt;purekatherine.com&lt;/a&gt; is up. I don't have it linked to my blog yet, but &lt;a href="http://www.purekatherine.com/blog"&gt;purekatherine.com/blog&lt;/a&gt; is up as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get on top of some homework, so that's all for now. I hope to have some awesome stuff up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5884946934520025234?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5884946934520025234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5884946934520025234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5884946934520025234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5884946934520025234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-and-crawling.html' title='Up and Crawling'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7686972207220236702</id><published>2010-02-10T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:00:02.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seventh generation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tampons'/><title type='text'>TMI Thursday...</title><content type='html'>Here's a warning to all before reading. I'm talking about girlie things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livitluvit.com/category/tmi-thursday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i556.photobucket.com/albums/ss5/Livitluvit/tmithursday.jpg" border="0" alt="TMI Thursday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday in my dance class I realized that something had some a little early, and I was stuck on campus until 9:20 unprepared. Not really an issue when there's a small store on campus that can provide me with tampons, but when I have to be in class right away, not so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I was able to ask around in my next class, and then in the bathroom and someone had one for me. All was fine for class and then I was able to get to the student store to get set for the rest of the day. That's where my hippie side took over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seventhgeneration.com/files/images/products/large/prod_femcare_na-tampons_20ct-regular_260x282.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were available in the store, and at the price they were, it was the cheapest per tampon, and didn't have those waste of paper applicators. Plus, yay for organic anything, right? Well, even as I was buying them, I was thinking that no applicator might just be a tad over the line as far as &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; green for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it after a ridiculous fire alarm in the computer lab, and I have to say, I'm a little surprised at how not bothered I am by any part of it! Turns out I can totally do this, and I may even prefer it to typical tampax. I do have to admit that the idea of so many fewer chemicals sitting inside my body is both mentally and physically preferable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7686972207220236702?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7686972207220236702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7686972207220236702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7686972207220236702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7686972207220236702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/02/tmi-thursday_10.html' title='TMI Thursday...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-8389316068434995644</id><published>2010-02-09T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:22:12.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging and such</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about a move to wordpress, and possibly getting my own domain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have thoughts on this, I would like to hear them. Either comment or email me at purekatherine@gmail.com please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-8389316068434995644?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8389316068434995644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=8389316068434995644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8389316068434995644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8389316068434995644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-and-such.html' title='Blogging and such'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-8638920061280944475</id><published>2010-02-08T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:00:31.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire alarms and computer lab techs suck.</title><content type='html'>Leaving class today I had pretty specific plans. I had a 3 hour, 45 minute break in which I needed to watch a 2 and half hour movie, and get some other things done for other classes. I'd scheduled my break during my last class, which included a stop at the student store for tampons (more about that later in the week) and before heading to the ARC computer lab to hopefully nab a Mac to watch Mulholland Drive while also typing up some other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked up to the ARC I noticed that there was a decent sized crowd just standing outside the doors, and while I saw people coming out, I didn't notice anyone going in. I asked someone, and the fire alarm was going off inside, so the building had been evacuated. 15 minutes later, we saw a couple of students walking around inside and went for it, only to be told we had to leave again within about 2 minutes. The firemen hadn't officially cleared the building I guess, and it took another 5 minutes before we could get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I wasn't really worried about my timeline, but I was aware that I had less time to fudge the schedule and go back if I missed something in the movie because I was focused on writing something else. I guess that's good practice for what I'm going to need to be doing the rest of the semester though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were fine until I tried to play the movie on the Mac I was logged into. The region code needed to be set on the computer, which is pretty simple to do, but you have to be an administrator to do it. So I went to talk to the lab tech in hopes that he had a log in that would allow him set it and get my movie playing right away. I'm sorry to say that he lived up to every expectation I had for him based on previous lab tech experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he did come over to look at it, he had no idea what was going on with it. He then made a call to someone who apparently told him that they were working on the problem. I tried to explain that what he said didn't make sense because it wasn't a network thing. All that I needed was a supervisor who had a login to come and set it, which would take less than 27 seconds. Instead of hearing what I said and going from there, he suggested that I log in on a PC and use Windows. I told him that was ridiculous, and that I don't do Windows.* He pretty much gave up and told me he couldn't help me, so I went to the IT Helpdesk to find someone who could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fix in the end was actually to switch to a different Mac, that did have the region code set. Sure, I could have tried that on my own, but the bad thing about the Macs on campus is that they take forever to log someone in, so I didn't want to do that if I didn't have a reason to believe it would work. All that I needed was someone who knew that it may not be all of them that need the regions set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is totally elitist of me, but I believe that if one is employed to work in a computer lab that has both Mac and PC computers, one should know some basics about them. It's just knowing your job. Never have I found a lab tech here who has known anything about a Mac that I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the fire alarm and the ridiculousness in the computer lab, I will be cutting it really close with this movie ending and class starting, but I will make it. Even if I'm not understanding what the hell is going on at the end of this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry for the PC users, but since using my Mac, I really can't stand using Windows, especially whichever version is on the PCs on campus. I have a really difficult time navigating the newest version of Word on Windows and I hate that I can't use my keyboard shortcuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-8638920061280944475?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8638920061280944475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=8638920061280944475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8638920061280944475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8638920061280944475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire-alarms-and-computer-lab-techs-suck.html' title='Fire alarms and computer lab techs suck.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7237128824630920735</id><published>2010-02-04T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:43:08.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently school kills my blogging abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I write stuff in class and just don't end up typing it up later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be remedied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have time to remedy that right at this moment, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7237128824630920735?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7237128824630920735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7237128824630920735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7237128824630920735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7237128824630920735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/02/apparently-school-kills-my-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7096512395022932052</id><published>2010-01-31T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:12:48.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made it through the first week of school, and I have awesome classes. I also have time to write entries during class, but then I never get around to typing them up and posting them. I'll see what I can do to remedy that this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7096512395022932052?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7096512395022932052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7096512395022932052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7096512395022932052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7096512395022932052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-made-it-through-first-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1350167747317716374</id><published>2010-01-19T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:56:10.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when I'm sick (like maybe now) and a little bit congested, only one nostril will actually be blocked, but it's a little more frustrating to breathe than both being plugged up. I guess I'm too stubborn to breathe through my mouth while I can technically breathe through my nose. Breathing through my nose is more difficult for me to do, but I just don't like mouth breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel a little bad for anyone who may or may not hear me snoring tonight. It'll probably be worse than normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1350167747317716374?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1350167747317716374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1350167747317716374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1350167747317716374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1350167747317716374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/01/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2448207103877717059</id><published>2010-01-19T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:51:21.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Carmel this weekend. Tons of fun, will talk more tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2448207103877717059?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2448207103877717059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2448207103877717059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2448207103877717059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2448207103877717059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-carmel-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-6489715745941644458</id><published>2010-01-13T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:09:54.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'>Ever met a chick with Star Wars sheets?</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago the topic of Christmas presents came up. We still haven't exchanged them. Mostly because neither of us actually have the gifts in our possession yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered to give me a clue though, and I love trying to figure out what someone is going to give me, if only to let them know not to waste money on something I'm not going to like. He prefaced with saying that the hint would either give it away, or completely confuse me. I think he was banking on the latter. I guess I should have mentioned to him sometime before that I used to work at Pottery Barn Kids. His clue was that if I wanted to return it I would have a credit to PBKids, and I took maybe have a second to think before literally squealing with joy and doing an odd kick-thing that would have been jumping up and down if I wasn't laying down at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's getting me STAR WARS SHEETS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/pkimgs/ab/images/dp/products/200952/0014/img66m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/pkimgs/ab/images/dp/products/200952/0014/img66m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/products/star-wars-sheeting/?pkey=rromboystrril"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that he's not, because they're way too expensive and I'm not going to let him. But seriously, this boy not only hit the nail on the head with the gift, he hammered the nail in completely with just the one tap. I guess I was worried about nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except now I have to come up with something cooler for him. I mean, what I had was spot on, but not nearly on the level of Star Wars sheets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-6489715745941644458?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6489715745941644458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=6489715745941644458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6489715745941644458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6489715745941644458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-met-chick-with-star-wars-sheets.html' title='Ever met a chick with Star Wars sheets?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-6476884064772264790</id><published>2010-01-10T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:45:06.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'>Plans of progress and parties</title><content type='html'>Thank you to the person who left a very kind, but anonymous comment on a recent-ish post. I wish that I knew just who you were to truly thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting better about blogging is part of my plan for this year. I've got lots of plans, including things like doing my makeup more often, and actually removing it at night when I do wear it. Rather than giving you a big list of things that I could think that will fit into this category, I'm going to simplify and tell you that I've realized that this year is the year that I'm going to be the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting of facets of this plan would probably be the new recipe idea. For the next twelve months, I am going to ask friends for suggestions, and then try out a new-to-me recipe every month. The one friend I've told about this so far initially asked if I was going for dinners or desserts. I had said whatever at first, but I think now I'm going to try to do one of each every month. By the end of the year I should have some fun cooking stories and a small cookbook of recipes I like to make! There may be even more to this plan that would include dinner parties, but that has yet to be determined. So far Double Champ and my future roommate are the only sure-fire beneficiaries of this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite recipes? And just how difficult might they be for someone who has never made them before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-6476884064772264790?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6476884064772264790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=6476884064772264790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6476884064772264790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6476884064772264790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/01/plans-of-progress-and-parties.html' title='Plans of progress and parties'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-4490276984371397830</id><published>2010-01-03T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:54:32.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Going forward one year and backward 50</title><content type='html'>Even with some negatives, the New Year was fun, and friends and family are safely in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week or so I've found my way back into the 1960s again. My family has often told me that I should have been alive in the 60s for the civil rights movements and such because I have always been a big believer in not only equal opportunity for all, but also peace love and happiness. Heck, in sixth grade I wore a necklace with a peace sign around my forehead at recess most days. I've also always loved Jackie O's look and could already qualify for old lady status with my affinity for the cardigan sweater. &lt;i&gt;Hairspray&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/i&gt; totally have me swooning for every outfit, but one thing that I never really got into (because I'm not really patient enough to deal with it) is the hair. I love the look, but it's just not really worth the effort for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until I pulled out the velcro rollers that I bought a few years ago. I played with them a bit then, but didn't really get into them. This week though, I've used them several times, and they've been popular! The big hair is a hit with the one I wanted to impress in the first place, and I'm getting the hang of finding a way to get just the right results from them! I actually think I might see about getting some hot rollers and trying those too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/S0GeikQU6NI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TlCqnwfKOLg/s1600-h/Photo+1188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/S0GeikQU6NI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TlCqnwfKOLg/s320/Photo+1188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422789743015684306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a good picture of the big hair without it all pulled back and not so big yet, but I do have a picture of the rollers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/S0GeNYhDftI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YBHPHm2AJNA/s1600-h/Photo+1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/S0GeNYhDftI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YBHPHm2AJNA/s320/Photo+1204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422789379087367890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow's hair will be worth a photo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-4490276984371397830?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4490276984371397830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=4490276984371397830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4490276984371397830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4490276984371397830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-forward-one-year-and-backward-50.html' title='Going forward one year and backward 50'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/S0GeikQU6NI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TlCqnwfKOLg/s72-c/Photo+1188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7156200530421153762</id><published>2009-12-28T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:18:36.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'>2009 Holidays</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone, and it was a good one. The first one that I completely enjoyed where I was and who I was with, while also longing to be somewhere else, or at least have another addition to the group I was with. I like the feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before Christmas I got what is definitely my favorite present, and it wasn't even a present. Double Champ (who has since won again, but doesn't think we need to change his name yet again) came dancing with me last Tuesday. It was so much fun that I can't even think of decent adjectives to describe how much I enjoyed it. At first he wanted to bow out because he'd had a long day and he thought that we could just meet up later, but when he realized how much I'd been looking forward to it he decided to join me for a couple of hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't think he's so great, but for the first time dancing he was actually really awesome. Based on his own assessment, he has said several times that he plans on getting better, which I believe is a bit of intention to come out again sometime! I suggested this week, especially since I was recently given $20 for a pair of sunglasses that I paid $12 for and was never going to wear again anyway and that is my dancing money this week. I think it might be a little sooner than he'd like though, so I won't be pushing it. I think I'll just let it happen as it happens and enjoy every moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't go dancing tomorrow night we're going to an awesome New Years Eve party where there will be plenty of time for dancing, even though I'm sure the shoes I'll end up wearing will not be so great for swing. Last night he surprised me by asking if he should wear a tux, which he apparently has! That is of course not at all necessary, though I do get to see him in a tie, which I am looking forward to seeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't exchanged gifts yet, mostly because I haven't been able to get the supplies for his (and he knows the address to this blog, so I can't talk about it) but I'm hoping that we can within the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be able to post a picture of the two of us with this post, but as far as I know there are currently none in existence. That will have to change some time this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7156200530421153762?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7156200530421153762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7156200530421153762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7156200530421153762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7156200530421153762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-holidays.html' title='2009 Holidays'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-372435327455562852</id><published>2009-12-18T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:13:57.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The semester is finally over, and I could not be more relieved after being rather disappointed in myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester and the study room with the study group cannot be a more welcome change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now I'll be able to get back to writing more often again as well. Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has me nervous this year. Double Champ says that he has known what he's getting me for a while now, which worries me. Other than my brother and Laura, I don't usually think of myself as someone who is easy to shop for, so for someone to come up with something that might have been easy at all, makes me a little nervous. I do trust that he has come up with something that I will like, but I'm totally lost on what to get him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas on how to come up with something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-372435327455562852?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/372435327455562852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=372435327455562852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/372435327455562852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/372435327455562852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/12/semester-is-finally-over-and-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7965829945263517545</id><published>2009-12-08T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:26:35.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Retraction.</title><content type='html'>I was informed this weekend that one of my previous posts is factually incorrect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v13/216/26/14817841/n14817841_15073380_3958.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Dad, me being an infant/toddler/young child and falling asleep in your arms doesn't quite count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7965829945263517545?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7965829945263517545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7965829945263517545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7965829945263517545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7965829945263517545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/12/small-retraction.html' title='Small Retraction.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5139876154565131263</id><published>2009-12-07T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:12:18.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Former Boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'>Rob wasn't right.</title><content type='html'>In the movie &lt;i&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/i&gt;, Rob Gordon speculates at one point that, "Maybe it's not what we're like, but what we like that matters." He is referring to things like movies and music being important rather than how people really get along. The theory is explored a little, but I think that it's mostly just the momentary euphoria he was feeling in connecting with a gorgeous girl who did happen to like the same things as he did. For those who haven't seen it I'm sorry, but he ends up with Laura in the end, the same girl that he's trying to get over the whole movie, who doesn't have quite the same entertainment palate, though she's not in direct opposition to his in any way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://thisdistractedglobe.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/HIgh%20Fidelity%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about Rob's theory a bit because &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Double%20Champ"&gt;Double Champ&lt;/a&gt; made a comment a couple weeks ago about us probably disagreeing on a lot of things. The truth is that he and I often end up in very mild arguments over things in which we are inexplicably carrying on, yet arguing the same point. We don't however see completely eye to eye on movies and music, though we have both shown a willingness to share in what the other likes as a means of spending more time together as well as expanding our personal entertainment scopes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I have dated guys (well, mostly just &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Former%20Boyfriend"&gt;one guy&lt;/a&gt;) who have had pretty much the EXACT same taste in music and movies as my own. While it was amazing and we both commented on loving that it was easy to put music on because we could just hit shuffle on either of our MacBookPros (yes, even the same taste in awesome computers) and both of us would be happy, I am now wondering if it would have gotten boring. While this particular boy and I were able to introduce each other to a lot of new things for the short time that we dated, I can't help but to think that our sources would soon become the same and we would have very little to share with each other. There was already so much that one would link the other to, only to find out that we'd already known about that artist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like this kind of sharing more. The kind where I have never heard of Chali 2na, but I go to a show anyway because he's so pumped about it and find out that I really love this respectful and intelligent hip hop. I will admit that I had kind of expected to grin and bear something that I was only mildly interested in, but if that were the case I would not have gotten off of my rear and onto the dance floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rob's pondering is fruitless. No, I shouldn't say that. Rob's pondering brings up a great point. Is it more important to like the same things, or to like each other? I'm oversimplifying and I know it, but that's how I am interpreting it for this use. As he finds out in the end as well, I think it is more important to like each other, and allow that to lead to liking the same things, even if only because the other likes them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5139876154565131263?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5139876154565131263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5139876154565131263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5139876154565131263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5139876154565131263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/12/rob-wasnt-right.html' title='Rob wasn&apos;t right.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-191252788248636425</id><published>2009-12-03T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:16:04.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure this is the first time that I've actually been able to fall asleep in someone's arms. We wake up on opposite sides of the bed, but it's not necessary for falling asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that will change when the weather gets warmer, as he and I discussed last night, but for now I really like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-191252788248636425?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/191252788248636425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=191252788248636425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/191252788248636425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/191252788248636425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-pretty-sure-this-is-first-time-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-8733148677630088404</id><published>2009-11-30T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:06:43.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much learning</title><content type='html'>This semester is definitely one of the most difficult that I've ever taken. Actually, it's probably the absolute worst semester to date and if I have anything to say about it the worst semester I will ever have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I am done with papers/finals I plan on getting things super organized so I can stay on top of things next semester. I somehow ended up with even more classes next semester than this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-8733148677630088404?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8733148677630088404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=8733148677630088404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8733148677630088404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8733148677630088404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-much-learning.html' title='So much learning'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5402361488883703141</id><published>2009-11-22T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:03:18.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you happen to remember me saying something about a boy who asked me out who I wasn't so sure about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have kind of done a 180, and I'm exhilaratingly terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5402361488883703141?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5402361488883703141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5402361488883703141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5402361488883703141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5402361488883703141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-happen-to-remember-me-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-3237918976249191668</id><published>2009-11-19T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:43:46.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'>It is what it is.</title><content type='html'>Overanalyzing things is way over rated, and just going with it is totally better. I've been just going with it since my last post, and I have to say that I'm damn happy with how that's going. I guess we'll just have to keep this up and see how things continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a rough semester otherwise though, and I've made some decisions that are a bit disappointing, but will probably work better in the long run. Once I get through this essay that is seriously one of the worst I've ever written I may be able to say more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-3237918976249191668?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3237918976249191668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=3237918976249191668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3237918976249191668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3237918976249191668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-3371248142186504401</id><published>2009-11-17T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:33:41.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'>There's something wrong with me</title><content type='html'>Smart&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;Totally into me&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy&lt;br /&gt;Has a Job&lt;br /&gt;Has his own place&lt;br /&gt;(Responsible)&lt;br /&gt;Social&lt;br /&gt;Chivalrous&lt;br /&gt;Genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please explain to me how Double Champ can be almost everything I've ever wanted (as in definitely 8 of the things listed above and maybe more), and yet I'm still not so sure that this is going to last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-3371248142186504401?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3371248142186504401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=3371248142186504401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3371248142186504401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3371248142186504401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-something-wrong-with-me.html' title='There&apos;s something wrong with me'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7972628577338686868</id><published>2009-11-16T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:57:06.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Champ'/><title type='text'>New Name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Shadow%20Boy"&gt;Shadow Boy&lt;/a&gt; is getting a new name. It's not the most anonymous name, as anyone who actually knows him will probably figure it out in .7 seconds, but SB just has a negative vibe to it, whereas Double Champ does not. So, for the two of you who know him, could I be a little more obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk in the rain on Wednesday night he kissed me, and then he hung out with me and some friends at my place on Thursday. He kissed me that night too, after I got rid of the last friend rather hastily. Friday night there was the usual hanging out at Hangar 17 followed by food at my place and some more kissing, and on Saturday he actually stayed over, but only because it was so damn cold! Last night he accompanied me to Safeway to get some food for studying, and he's on his way over now to hang out for a bit before I kick him out to write a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's definitely way more into me than I am him, but I'm going with it for now and seeing how it goes. Hopefully it doesn't end in flames.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7972628577338686868?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7972628577338686868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7972628577338686868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7972628577338686868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7972628577338686868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-name.html' title='New Name!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-111700774780351825</id><published>2009-11-12T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:31:29.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Boy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Shadow%20Boy"&gt;Shadow Boy&lt;/a&gt; seems to be stepping into the light a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know enough to share any more at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-111700774780351825?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/111700774780351825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=111700774780351825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/111700774780351825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/111700774780351825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/shadow-boy-seems-to-be-stepping-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1675082985352674688</id><published>2009-11-10T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:36:44.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>I figured it out!</title><content type='html'>I've been getting a little frustrated with the attention that I've been getting because of the hair. I love the hair, and I think that the color works well for me, but I get much more attention than I thought I would and I couldn't understand why. Lots of people have different colors in their hair, why should it be such a big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all connected for me today though, when I saw a guy whose hair was so obviously dyed black it was almost painful and he was giving me the same stare that most people do. It's the style! My hair is green, but I still dress and style my hair as though I'm on my way to be a soccer mom in the next 7 years. The incongruity is what's throwing people off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvojDk9O3MI/AAAAAAAAANE/fFxjz1FN9Tc/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvojDk9O3MI/AAAAAAAAANE/fFxjz1FN9Tc/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402669247351413954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't know what to think of me. Am I a little punk with green/blue hair, or am I a "typical" middle class white girl who conforms to society's expectations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this new understanding will allow me to not mind the looks so much. I think I'll have to wait until Thursday to really know since it's so late now and tomorrow is a holiday and I won't be going out in public much, especially with the painting of a house taking place and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1675082985352674688?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1675082985352674688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1675082985352674688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1675082985352674688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1675082985352674688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-figured-it-out.html' title='I figured it out!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvojDk9O3MI/AAAAAAAAANE/fFxjz1FN9Tc/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-3132652142875961835</id><published>2009-11-09T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:07:42.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlogbrothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hank green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DFTBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribes'/><title type='text'>Don't Forget to be Awesome!</title><content type='html'>I really need to get to bed so I can get up tomorrow and take care of the kinds of things that I've been procrastinating for a few weeks. If you haven't figured it out, when I procrastinate doing homework, I also avoid blogging because I feel a bit guilty about doing something that I enjoy when I'm not doing things that I'm obligated to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I still write things though, and I just don't post them. Like the following letter to Hank Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*     *     *     *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open letter (because I haven't showered and making a video would be a bad idea at the moment) to Hank Green regarding tribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd watched &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/seth_godin_on_the_tribes_we_lead.html"&gt;Seth Godin's talk&lt;/a&gt; before seeing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYHIUZgJQdc"&gt;your video&lt;/a&gt;, and I got a slightly different idea about the tribes he describes from that video. I have yet to go back and watch his talk again, and as such I may ultimately end up agreeing with your interpretation more, but right now I'd like to discuss the differences for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mention that as Nerdfighters, we are a tribe. I get that, I like that, I'm behind it, but it's not what I initially thought Godin was referring to. Instead, I understood him to be pretty much different personality types, and the tribes themselves are the 5 types of people, or rather their outlooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still agree that many a nerdfighter is in the 4th type and very supportive of the world around them. Go us! I just don't think that it's being a nerdfighter that puts us into that category, I think us being in that category allow us to be awesome nerdfighters. In some ways it's like the houses at Hogwarts. An individual's outlook and initial responses to something determine which tribe they belong in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about writing and creating characters as JK Rowling has, is that she can allow many of her characters to actually be pretty awesome. I would argue that all three non-dark houses are at least level three tribe types, while to over simplify it Slytherin is a type 1. It is because these characters are already in these tribes that they are put together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having written this and thought about it a bit since I wrote what is above, I'm not so strong in my stance anymore. I think it's a bit of both views (and probably has aspects of other takes as well, I just haven't heard those ones yet)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to think about this more, and I probably will while in class tomorrow, but I'd like to get this posted before I totally forget about it. Also, seeing the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYDRWXjJlB4"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; you shared on &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/hankgreen"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; tonight made me think of just how great a type 4 tribe ALL of You Tube can be, posting now seems timely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of your thoughts on this would be welcomed, with some luck I will be able to discuss this with you on Friday in San Francisco! (I'm a little bummed that I found out about this later than I wanted and wasn't able to contact you about the music store I work for near Sacramento who would have loved to have you come play in the store. If you're driving to SF, we'll be on your way, feel free to contact me if you're interested in possibly something last minute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFTBA,&lt;br /&gt;Katherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I really kind of wanted to sign that "One of the Abundance," but I thought that might be better in a letter to John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*     *     *     *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are unfamiliar, this is the video he posted, and I can't wait to buy the song. Even if I only listen to it when I want pure cheese, that's not what this is about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYDRWXjJlB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYDRWXjJlB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-3132652142875961835?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3132652142875961835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=3132652142875961835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3132652142875961835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3132652142875961835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-forget-to-be-awesome.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget to be Awesome!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7344533662321860372</id><published>2009-11-03T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:13:19.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>It ain't easy being green.</title><content type='html'>I walked through several stores in the mall today. Normally I get asked almost right away in any store if I'd like help or whatever. I'm normally very polite in saying no, or try to think of a question for them because I know that I certainly hate to have to offer people customer service like that. Today though, I got &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvC23Bu-meI/AAAAAAAAAMc/R-hB2DcykWk/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvC23Bu-meI/AAAAAAAAAMc/R-hB2DcykWk/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400017009691761122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that is not someone who looks like they could possibly be spending money. Unless of course they're in Sephora. Even there though, I didn't get asked if I needed help, I got told that my hair was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I actually &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; have a question or two for some people today, I'm a little annoyed at the change of attention. I kind of wonder what the motivation for change was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really kind of liking the blue, but I don't think that it's because of the hue. (Hehe.) I think what I like is a slightly darker shade to kind of frame my face. I really love my blonde when I'm a bit more tan and there's more of a difference between my skin and hair shades, but that's not quite right for fall/winter. I'm paler now, and I want to go darker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly dark, more like my natural dark blonde/light brown hair with a hint of auburn in it. Kind of like Amy Adams in Sunshine Cleaning, but with more light in it. Courtney can handle I'm sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7344533662321860372?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7344533662321860372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7344533662321860372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7344533662321860372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7344533662321860372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-aint-easy-being-green.html' title='It ain&apos;t easy being green.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvC23Bu-meI/AAAAAAAAAMc/R-hB2DcykWk/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-873574741866465597</id><published>2009-11-03T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:16:30.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Former Boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Things I'm not so great at...</title><content type='html'>remembering to take the trash down to the curb when it's full.&lt;br /&gt;motivating myself to do my schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;blogging. &lt;br /&gt;letting go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-873574741866465597?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/873574741866465597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=873574741866465597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/873574741866465597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/873574741866465597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-im-not-so-great-at.html' title='Things I&apos;m not so great at...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7684489043410748647</id><published>2009-10-25T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:22:22.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Let's Do The Time Warp Again!</title><content type='html'>I guess here's a week and a half in one entry before passing out for 5 1/2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday the typical happy-hour-that-lasts-all-night crowd was out at our normal 10-11 two-for-ones bar, and one of the guys who was out with us said that he could get us into a club around the corner that none of us would typically go to because it's 18+ and has a high cover, but for free I'll totally dance the night away! Both &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Shadow%20Boy"&gt;Shadow Boy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Dodgeball"&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/a&gt; were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after the weekend before and the disappointment of seriously unmet expectations, I spent the whole night dancing with Dodgeball. Sure I was a little drunk, but it was also rather exhilarating to flirt and dance knowing that I no longer wanted anything to come from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to determine that since I could have been flirting and dancing with a boy who was interested, I should probably not lead that boy on by accepting a date with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of last night, I heard that Shadow Boy has been flirting it up with someone else who, from the little I know of her, he would be much better suited for. Win, win, win! (Option 5, I believe, for fans of The Office.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been a bit of a blowout to kick of the second half of the semester. It's one of the busiest I've had in a while, and I'm loving it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for bed after a great showing of the Rocky Horror Show, because the lovely Kasey is picking me up in less than 6 hours to get an awesome vanity I found on Craigslist. The addition of this vanity to my room will allow me to finish up the organizing of my room, which will mean a much better rest of the semester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7684489043410748647?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7684489043410748647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7684489043410748647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7684489043410748647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7684489043410748647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-do-time-warp-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Do The Time Warp Again!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5016350010385889009</id><published>2009-10-19T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:33:29.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fugacious'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those who follow dictionarycom on twitter, I'm tempted to change Dodgeball's alias to Fugacious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5016350010385889009?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5016350010385889009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5016350010385889009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5016350010385889009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5016350010385889009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-those-who-follow-dictionarycom-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5157498079907714980</id><published>2009-10-16T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:58:56.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Boy'/><title type='text'>Don't You Know that You're Toxic?</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what to say right now. I have lots of things I could update with, but I don't really get any of it, so I don't know how to get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll give it a go though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the possible date with the about to be named boy, and I realized that I'm not currently terribly into him. I have no &lt;a href="http://megsmumbo.blogspot.com/2009/10/importance-of-zsa-zsa-zsu.html"&gt;zsa-zsa-zsu&lt;/a&gt;, as a new blogging friend has recently posted about. I want a boy who will share the spotlight with me. Someone who will get up and make a fool out of himself with me so that when I regret it, he can say he did it too, rather than try to tell me that I looked fine. I don't really want someone who will be standing back in the shadows. Thus Shadow Boy has been named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs266.snc1/9334_772723893109_14817841_44572864_355201_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Totally unrelated picture, but can I please have one this adorably afraid of fireworks, but then totally into them when hanging out with me?)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got some advice from a friend this week that I should not in fact take Shadow Boy up on his date offer if I don't think that I like him. The thing is though, I do enjoy talking to him. What if that could lead to some zsa-zsa-zsu? I mean, the first few times that I met &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Dodgeball"&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/a&gt; there wasn't anything there. And then the idiot had to go and use some big words, and there were those damned butterflies in my stomach. Why do I have to be such an English major?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could like Shadow Boy though, why shouldn't I give it a shot. Maybe the butterflies will come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they'll last for 3 years like they have with someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Blue"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt; instant messaged me tonight. Checking to make sure that I still work somewhere that prevents us from dating. He has actually been the topic of discussion lately, and I find it very interesting that he then messages me at 1:15AM. What is it about this boy? I don't understand him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5157498079907714980?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5157498079907714980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5157498079907714980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5157498079907714980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5157498079907714980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-you-know-that-youre-toxic.html' title='Don&apos;t You Know that You&apos;re Toxic?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-3329492027980019904</id><published>2009-10-13T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:31:31.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unnamed'/><title type='text'>Put your hands up!</title><content type='html'>I haven't written for a while. In any of my blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really overwhelmed with school right now and I can't wait to have my hours cut at work now that we have a new part timer. I know that's a little unexpected, but I really want to get back on top of this semester, and the only feasible way for me to do that means less time at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few hours I have been semi-challenged to learn the Single Ladies dance, which I've wanted to do anyway, but now will have to because I can't challenge someone to do it and then not do it myself. I may be performing it in a couple weeks, or I may find some way out of us all performing it. If I do learn it and feel comfortable before Halloween, I'm super tempted to dress up as Beyonce for Halloween though. I kind of think it's appropriate for working at a music store, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rmi5l7ENbaA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rmi5l7ENbaA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another idea I really like for Halloween though, and If I can make that happen I'm going to instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the dancing and Halloween motivations, this weekend allowed me to see that I kind of am enjoying being single. As much as I like the idea of relationships and such, sometimes there are disappointments that come with that kind of thing, and I have too much to focus on right now to open myself up to disappointments. Especially the kind of disappointments I had this weekend. At least I won't have to focus on that issue anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I believe there is kind of an open invitation for a date right now, and I will be taking this boy up on his offer. I can't think of an appropriate nickname for him that won't also reveal his identity to some people who read this, so he is as yet unnamed, but I will do my best to come up with something before writing about him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-3329492027980019904?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3329492027980019904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=3329492027980019904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3329492027980019904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3329492027980019904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/put-your-hands-up.html' title='Put your hands up!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7323779165293032441</id><published>2009-10-09T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:59:26.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love when I forget that I schedule something to post later and then I get a comment on it so I get an email reminder that it exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I'm about 97.4% sure that I, in fact, do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; have snot droplets all over my house. For one thing, when that conversation happened, last week, I wasn't really moving around the house all that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, this semester is kicking my ass, and I just made a meatloaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7323779165293032441?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7323779165293032441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7323779165293032441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7323779165293032441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7323779165293032441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-when-i-forget-that-i-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7825342168571431465</id><published>2009-10-08T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:59:00.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the gay'/><title type='text'>My brother and I are awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; i found you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine:&lt;/b&gt; creepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; yeah i get that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine: &lt;/b&gt;i know, i taught you well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine: &lt;/b&gt;want to hear something gross?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; um idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine:&lt;/b&gt; just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; haha yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine:&lt;/b&gt; it's not blood and guts gross, just like snot gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; haha fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine:&lt;/b&gt; I just got up to get ANOTHER kleenex, and my nose literally dripped onto my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine:&lt;/b&gt; I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;the grosser part is that i only know because i felt it fall on my hand&lt;br /&gt;I could have snot drops all over the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; ok you can stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine:&lt;/b&gt; You're keeping your shoes on from now on when you're here, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey: &lt;/b&gt;i would say yes, but it's not true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine: &lt;/b&gt;yeah, you'll forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey: &lt;/b&gt;most definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine:&lt;/b&gt; and the next time I see you without shoes in my house I'll be thinking about this conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; please don't remind me of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine:&lt;/b&gt; I won't&lt;br /&gt;but I'll be smiling&lt;br /&gt;smirking even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; le jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine:&lt;/b&gt; and you'll ask me why, and I'll invent something extravagant just to spare you&lt;br /&gt;that's how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffrey:&lt;/b&gt; haha well thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7825342168571431465?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7825342168571431465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7825342168571431465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7825342168571431465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7825342168571431465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-brother-and-i-are-awesome.html' title='My brother and I are awesome.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5833661771637062223</id><published>2009-10-05T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:35:02.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Small request</title><content type='html'>Would one of the adorable boys in my life just ask me out to one of the great movies out right now already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-euE6-D_A8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-euE6-D_A8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQGPdXnb2Gg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQGPdXnb2Gg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-cIjPOJdFM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-cIjPOJdFM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5833661771637062223?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5833661771637062223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5833661771637062223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5833661771637062223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5833661771637062223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/small-request.html' title='Small request'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-6259520714418408483</id><published>2009-10-05T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:56:15.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a better hippie when I'm sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.herbalayur.com/uploads/NF888.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the store, and not only remembered to bring my reusable bags, but also decided to go with recycled tissues rather than the oh-so-tempting Puffs Plus with Lotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose doesn't hate me quite so much as it could, but it is building quite the friendship with my tube of Neosporin. I've got to tell you, it's a damn sexy look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-6259520714418408483?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6259520714418408483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=6259520714418408483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6259520714418408483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6259520714418408483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-better-hippie-when-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-3931715153050452600</id><published>2009-10-04T02:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:39:03.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouth breathing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Can I have some water?</title><content type='html'>I really honestly don't get how mouth breathers exist. I'm pretty sure that I could fall asleep with a stuffed nose, if it weren't for the fact that my mouth is drying out every 3.7 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bingegamer.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/mgo-mouth-breather-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth breathing has always kind of grossed me out in the past, and I'm sure that it will continue to do so when I can hear someone doing it, but now I will have a bit more respect for them when I notice it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-3931715153050452600?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3931715153050452600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=3931715153050452600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3931715153050452600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3931715153050452600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-i-have-some-water.html' title='Can I have some water?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5378526381484171387</id><published>2009-10-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:39:05.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not invincible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to break it to some of you, I know that y’all worship me and everything, but sometimes I simply can’t do it all. I found that out this week based on what I thought was caffeine withdrawal. Turns out, lots of those symptoms are the same as whatever flu-like thing I’ve got going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from work after only 2 hours yesterday because I was pretty much useless. I was really trying to stick it out until the second key holder came in so that they had better coverage, but I really couldn’t. I then proceeded to sleep through the afternoon on the couch while half watching &lt;i&gt;Sunshine Cleaning&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my angel &lt;a href=”http://thechaosandtheorder.blogspot.com/”&gt;Blythe&lt;/a&gt; came and brought me some soup! The food helped tons, and I felt much better before bed, though I ended up calling in sick today to make sure that I’m really getting over whatever this is before getting back to school on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I don’t have any grand stories about awesome adventures or anything, I think I’m going to be a grown up and not go out dancing tonight no matter if I’m feeling amazing later or not. Instead I’ve made some magnets and now I’m going to do what I can to catch up on the homework that I’ve gotten behind on while being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! I wrote that hours ago, and have not gotten around to any homework, nor even posting this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to watch a few episodes of Ugly Betty and every episode of Glee on Hulu though. And now I’m about to go flip out on the neighbors who are playing music way too loud. Yes I realize that it’s only 8:30. Apparently I’m a grouchy invalid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5378526381484171387?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5378526381484171387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5378526381484171387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5378526381484171387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5378526381484171387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-not-invincible.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1111721833881966890</id><published>2009-10-01T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:47:37.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caffeine withdrawal is totally a real thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SsReLv_VooI/AAAAAAAAAME/PJMWq_AWLFs/s1600-h/Photo+439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SsReLv_VooI/AAAAAAAAAME/PJMWq_AWLFs/s320/Photo+439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387534610195653250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me want to stop ingesting it. But considering how my day went today, that does not seem to be the most logical course of action. I could not get out of bed today. And I hated it. I was really looking forward to getting to class today and continuing my attempts at staying on top of schoolwork, but I could not get out of bed before 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had an enchilada that my roommate made last night, it was awesome, and some dr pepper, and I’m feeling about 94.3% better. So no more 48 hours with no caffeine after more than 3 servings of it the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kind of wanting to cut my hair. I decided a while ago to let it grow longer because I had it long at the beginning of the year and I loved all that I could do with it (even if I never did) but I’m getting a little sick of it lately. I know that if I go into Courtney and tell her this she’ll go for layers and keep the over all length, but sometimes I feel like I’ll walk out of there with a bit of a femullet if I don’t cut the longer layers too, and I’m not a fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1111721833881966890?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1111721833881966890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1111721833881966890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1111721833881966890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1111721833881966890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/10/caffeine-withdrawal-is-totally-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SsReLv_VooI/AAAAAAAAAME/PJMWq_AWLFs/s72-c/Photo+439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2727616305661511963</id><published>2009-09-30T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:45:19.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lindsay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Don't know when I'll be back again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SsMomdZV61I/AAAAAAAAALw/AxJfMJnNnuM/s1600-h/5892_1154930727112_1643025019_416498_4815039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SsMomdZV61I/AAAAAAAAALw/AxJfMJnNnuM/s320/5892_1154930727112_1643025019_416498_4815039_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387194220456307538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just barely started getting to know each other, and she's leaving. I hardly know details because I figured that everyone would be asking with such short notice, so I'll get them from Laura later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be jealous of all the awesomeness that she encounters in Dallas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I love that I didn't think that there were any pictures of us, but Facebook now has a thing that if you look at someone's pictures, there's a link to pictures with both of you in them, and there was one courtesy of Jared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love that my drink is the super watery/empty one in front of me. I'm drinking Laura's so we can move onto the Shady Lady sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2727616305661511963?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2727616305661511963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2727616305661511963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2727616305661511963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2727616305661511963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-know-when-ill-be-back-again.html' title='Don&apos;t know when I&apos;ll be back again.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SsMomdZV61I/AAAAAAAAALw/AxJfMJnNnuM/s72-c/5892_1154930727112_1643025019_416498_4815039_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7417985915126969881</id><published>2009-09-28T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:30:25.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fame'/><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine lost his mother early yesterday morning. I never got to meet her, but I love seeing &lt;a href="http://reasonsilovemymother.tumblr.com"&gt;his words about her&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://reasonsilovemymother.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/DJD727YFRqutwdijaPl6xLjbo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's definitely one of the coolest people anyone could ever meet, and before I knew too much about her, I thought it was an "in spite of" situation rather than a because of. I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading his words since her passing, I keep finding myself crying. I feel a little foolish for doing so, since I never did get to meet her, but the tears are not tears of loss or sorrow. They are happy tears to know that such a person could ever exist. I cannot thank this friend enough for sharing with the rest of the world these small fragments of the woman who shaped one of my favorite people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely different note, I saw &lt;i&gt;Fame&lt;/i&gt; tonight, and will from now on be dancing pretty much every moment that I can. The latest addition to my dance line up will start next Monday, the beginning Hip Hop Aerobics course at Sac State. It will also get me on campus later, which means more study time. (That last period started off as an exclamation point, but needed to be changed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://myrealitytelevision.com/2009/07/get-ready-for-fame-kherignton-payne-trailer/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myrealitytelevision.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/fame-remake-cast.jpg" height="320" width="500"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the smile on my face while watching the big number at the end was a bit awesome. I remember seeing &lt;i&gt;Save The Last Dance&lt;/i&gt; in theaters when it came out and I was crying through most of it because I missed dancing and I was pretty mad at myself for letting me quit when we moved to Sacramento. This time though, I've got the motivation to dance again, and I'm going to just that. When I'm not in some sort of class or at a venue doing swing, you can expect me to be leaving happy hour and Saturday nights with the Xoso crew for places like Press Club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, after having a total crush through the movie, I'm wondering if I have a new type, or this is just a fluke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7417985915126969881?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7417985915126969881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7417985915126969881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7417985915126969881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7417985915126969881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-6203977866184303829</id><published>2009-09-27T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:31:41.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unibrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fame'/><title type='text'>Will you remember my name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Fame&lt;/i&gt; came out this weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten a chance to see it yet, but I was very stoked about it at work last night. That excitement definitely led to the moment that made my night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a customer did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; buy a copy of the original &lt;I&gt;Fame&lt;/I&gt; (ridiculous, I know) but left it at the counter for us to put back, I half jumped and said to Justin, "That came out today!" Which was technically wrong, it had come out the day before, but that's not really the point. Justing looked quite confused for a moment, until I was still stoked and kept talking about it. Then he seemed a little awkward and said, "Oh, the movie came out, that's not what I heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refused to say what he did hear because it was, "inappropriate" which only made me push harder to know what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he admitted to hearing me say (with the enthusiasm of talking about &lt;i&gt;Fame&lt;/I&gt;, remember), "I came out today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This then amused us both, as my attitude really didn't fit with that statement, and the environment in which I was telling Justin would have been even more inappropriate. I think he was really glad that I wasn't in any way offended though. It's not like I haven't been assumed to be gay before, and his confusion was partially in knowing that I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other work news, there's a guy there I really don't like. I can't really do anything about it because in my history, sharing that kind of information with other people at work only makes it worse as I turn to them an roll my eyes whenever the offending party does something ridiculous. So, instead of being a gossip like I would have done in the past, I'm making myself more busy. I think I'm going to super annoy my manager by emailing her the random ideas that I have for the store every now and then. I'll make it clear that I don't expect to hear her opinion on each of them, more that I'm just voicing the things I'm thinking. Maybe then I'll have more projects to do and I can ignore that Unibrow doesn't seem to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-6203977866184303829?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6203977866184303829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=6203977866184303829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6203977866184303829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6203977866184303829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-you-remember-my-name.html' title='Will you remember my name?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-535295295477062317</id><published>2009-09-24T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:00:42.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trojan magnum'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't shared this yet. It happened like 36 hours ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really believed that guys carried condoms in their wallet, I mean, there would be no, "Do you have something?" moments if they all did, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ringing up a not-unattractive guy at work on Tuesday, only to have not only a condom fall out as he pulled out his credit card, but a Trojan Magnum. If his friends hadn't been there, I probably would have made some sort of comment about it, but we both just sort of laughed it off, and I immediately thought of sharing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chrisabraham.com/trojan-magnum-large-condom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, it's not really something worth sharing without having made that comment. Live and learn I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, does it remind anyone else of the first episode of Sex and the City?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm that guy's Big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think so though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Turns out I'm not so great at not liking a boy unless he likes a band that I despise. Even then, not so fab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-535295295477062317?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/535295295477062317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=535295295477062317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/535295295477062317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/535295295477062317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-believe-i-havent-shared-this-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-4762141424801766565</id><published>2009-09-22T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:05:36.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><title type='text'>If I was a Sculptor, but then again no.</title><content type='html'>I love it when I make a decision, and even though my subconscious tells me that I'm an idiot, other things in life seem to support my choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More specifically, the dream I had last night definitely suggests that forgetting about Dodgeball is not going to be as easy as I hoped it would be, but when I got some promo CDs today at work the new release by Harry Connick Jr was in there and the songs are rather encouraging for the He's Just Not That Into You perspective, which is what I'm trying to work with. The first track is actually the exact message I was hoping to get from that book, in the tone that it should have been told in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, not only do I get the music that I wanted, but its timing is pretty awesome and will hopefully help in this whole moving on thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, sometimes things get posted that are really tempting and so not what I need while writing this, but it's a way to prove to myself that I can handle it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-4762141424801766565?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4762141424801766565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=4762141424801766565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4762141424801766565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4762141424801766565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-was-sculptor-but-then-again-no.html' title='If I was a Sculptor, but then again no.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2040004656788419749</id><published>2009-09-21T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:18:56.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Working working working day and night!</title><content type='html'>It's all about the career now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really, but since I'm not focusing on &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Dodgeball"&gt;a certain boy&lt;/a&gt; right now I need something else to distract me until either another boy comes along to do the distracting, or I really don't care about the afore mentioned boy anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the career it is! Which right now means school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at school right now and need to get into class, but if I'm not updating here, please read my posts for my Writing and the Young Writer course. I should be updating &lt;a href="http://studentbecomestheteacher.blogspot.com"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt; at a &lt;i&gt;minimum&lt;/i&gt; of twice a week through December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and I need some recommendations for classical pieces to buy. I want to get some things to listen to while studying, and I reorganized that section at work this weekend, which means I'm on total over load. Anyone have any favorite symphonies or anything to suggest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2040004656788419749?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2040004656788419749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2040004656788419749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2040004656788419749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2040004656788419749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/working-working-working-day-and-night.html' title='Working working working day and night!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5401511029941991768</id><published>2009-09-19T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:40:20.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Groban'/><title type='text'>Isn't faith believing all power can't be seen?</title><content type='html'>After a very long night last night, and a word being used that I don't really want associated with me, I've decided to turn my affections from Dodgeball to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ME!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is really easy to say at 10:30 on a Saturday morning after hanging out with cool people the previous night, I'm going to do my best to keep to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget boys. From now on I have eyes for one man. I first fell for him during my senior year of high school when I saw things like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkRpVQYesvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkRpVQYesvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff has happened since then, including my 21st birthday at his show in Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;And then last year he did this at the Grammy's (yes I have already shared this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmCDR1IGLAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmCDR1IGLAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With moments like the next one, how can I not be in love with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-ijgXq7FA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-ijgXq7FA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows him? Let's make this happen!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5401511029941991768?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5401511029941991768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5401511029941991768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5401511029941991768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5401511029941991768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/isnt-faith-believing-all-power-cant-be.html' title='Isn&apos;t faith believing all power can&apos;t be seen?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-8271061227167721087</id><published>2009-09-16T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:14:45.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cardigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>Happiness is a warm gun</title><content type='html'>My routine for school is &lt;i&gt;slowly&lt;/i&gt; coming along. I still haven't found a good groove in which I get everything done that I need to, but I'm getting enough done. Most of my blogging will be found on the &lt;a href="http://studentbecomestheteacher.blogspot.com"&gt;journal assignment&lt;/a&gt; for my Writing and the Young Writer course, as that will earn me a grade and as such should be prioritized before entertainment. The good news though is that I should have some decent things to say over there, so feel free to follow it and make comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto something that's easier to feign interest in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a new friend on Facebook chat last week, and found out that before they knew my name, a few of the dodgeball guys (not to be confused with &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/search/label/Dodgeball"&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/a&gt; himself) would refer to me as the librarian. I totally understand. I like to wear cardigans, and when going out in the evening they are quite useful for warding off the chills while also being totally adorable. Now that I'm back in school I like to wear something that makes me feel like I could possibly look like the million years older than all the other students here, so cardigans are a much better choice than hoodies. I've also realized something with all this new focus on those awesome little sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; cardigans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting a little colder, and soon enough I'm going to need an actual jacket, but even then some of my classrooms are rather cold but wearing jacket to take notes is entirely unappealing. I am constantly wanting cardigans in colors that i don't actually have them in, especially when watching super awesome new TV shows in which a main character has some awesome ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.tvfanatic.com/images/gallery/rachel-berry-glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daemonstv.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/glee_lea_michele_as__rache_berry__026abrf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I think I'm going to casually be looking for them in pretty much every color of the rainbow, I mean, why not? If you notice anything awesome please let me know where I can find them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the title means nothing, I just can't get that lyric out of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-8271061227167721087?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8271061227167721087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=8271061227167721087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8271061227167721087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8271061227167721087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness-is-warm-gun.html' title='Happiness is a warm gun'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-8767202093315782567</id><published>2009-09-14T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:48:38.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='productive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap, it's the time I said I would go to bed tonight and I haven't written anything about the awesome that was this weekend. Yes, awesome is a noun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend brought me from two crushes to barely a half crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent two fun nights out with friends, the first of which was rather informative, the second was more fun than I could possibly describe and will have to be planned again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9629_138634715886_688290886_3119201_6805280_n.jpg" height="375" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super behind on homework already though, and any chance of me getting up early enough to work on any tomorrow requires me going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting tomorrow I'm going to be productive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-8767202093315782567?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8767202093315782567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=8767202093315782567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8767202093315782567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8767202093315782567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/crap-its-time-i-said-i-would-go-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5877924618721325014</id><published>2009-09-11T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:30:00.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dodgeball'/><title type='text'>Inside You'll Hear A Sigh</title><content type='html'>Blue came over last night. We'd been talking about him coming over the night before, and we texted a bit just to confirm details throughout the day, but I wasn't really that into him coming over. I knew exactly what it would really be about, and considering that I can't seem to get my mind off of Dodgeball when talking to Blue, I don't know that it's fair to either Blue or I for me to act like I'm not thinking about someone else. (It doesn't impact Dodgeball in any way because he doesn't like me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason though that Blue and I are not technically allowed to date, and while I hadn't been hiding it from him that this reason exists again, I hadn't made it known to him either. Tonight it came up though. Within about 2 minutes of him being here. Which made things really uncomfortable for him and ultimately led him to leave with only a hug goodbye. (Well, that and the fact that before my hair dries, my &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2008/01/tresume-and-breaks.html"&gt;Tresume&lt;/a&gt; shampoo and conditioner make my hair smell like crap. Haha, no hair smelling for Blue this time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wanted to be hurt because obviously he doesn't like me enough to say, "Screw the rules, I'm already downtown tonight, we might as well hang out for a while!" But it kind of makes it easier if I don't have to let him down while I'm still hung up on someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is going to look into the issue with us dating and see if it can be resolved. I'm not sure whether or not I really want it to be. Wednesday night he asked me when he's taking me out as a belated birthday dinner, so it seems that he does actually want to date, and I wouldn't be opposed to trying that, but I don't want to force the Dodgeball crush to go away. I think I'll just take it slow. I get a lot of messages from Blue that tell me he's not as into me as I really want someone to be, but him actually figuring out if we can date might be a way of showing me that he is, in fact, that into me. (I know it sounds cliche, but he doesn't really fit with the &lt;i&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/i&gt; logic, and I know from talking with him, not because I just don't want to believe it. After all, I'm believing it with Dodgeball right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to feel like I have some sort of actual life, to which I don't know the proper reaction. I guess it's sharing my experiences with a relatively anonymous audience! Yay blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5877924618721325014?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5877924618721325014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5877924618721325014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5877924618721325014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5877924618721325014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/inside-youll-hear-sigh.html' title='Inside You&apos;ll Hear A Sigh'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2160790703438849935</id><published>2009-09-11T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:43:39.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben folds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cappella'/><title type='text'>I wanna wanna wanna wanna be KATE!</title><content type='html'>I bought a few CDs last week when my discount kicked in, and I'm super happy that I did. I also got some promo CDs at the time, which has allowed me to become totally infatuated with Pitbull's newest release, no matter how much of a sheltered white girl I am who has never really had to deal with anything truly difficult. (Though this CD isn't about that at all, so I can identify with some of the ideas in it, the idea of someone like me connecting with typical rap still totally baffles me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made myself turn off &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2tMV96xULk"&gt;Calle Ocho&lt;/a&gt; and popped in another CD I had no doubt I would love as well. I mean how could I not love some more Ben Folds? Especially when it's all A Cappella from many different University groups from around the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to it on my way to class, and I was already totally in love and decided that I need to get as much of the Ben Folds library as I can get my hands on ASAP. Then, on the way home from class I was singing along to Brick and I fell way more in love with the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2Z08QRJuZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2Z08QRJuZY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have an idea of something that you know is a real thing, but people make fun of you for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I worked at Jamba Juice and I said I didn't like to go into the walk-in freezer because I don't like the smell of the cold. Well, no one I worked with then understood what I meant by that. They all just didn't like the cold, never mind the smell, because it doesn't exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go back and watch the video paying attention at 35 seconds in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally vindicated. (Watch the following video to prevent getting Dashboard Confessional stuck in your head now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OF_vwBfikjA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OF_vwBfikjA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, both videos are the groups who perform on the album, though I believe they are their auditions to be part of the album, yay for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, another joyous moment from this album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was falling in love with the a cappella aspect and wondering whether Sac State (the hell hole masquerading as a school I go to) had a group I could see some time, I looked through the track listings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sac State Jazz Singers are on the album!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kB9hjYLkTMg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kB9hjYLkTMg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my favorite of the songs, but that's more about the songs than the performance. Anyone remember Butterscotch from America's Got Talent? She's in there. I wish I actually knew one of these people so I could tell them good job. Especially if the lucky bastards got to meet Ben Folds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2160790703438849935?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2160790703438849935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2160790703438849935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2160790703438849935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2160790703438849935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-wanna-wanna-wanna-be-kate.html' title='I wanna wanna wanna wanna be KATE!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1297115161886905227</id><published>2009-09-10T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:05:26.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Glee=glee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thepostgameshow.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're watching right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced my roommate to it tonight, and we were cracking up the entire time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now living for next Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1297115161886905227?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1297115161886905227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1297115161886905227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1297115161886905227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1297115161886905227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/gleeglee.html' title='Glee=glee.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2783134200283096224</id><published>2009-09-08T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:24:15.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dodgeball'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really can't say enough how much I don't like crushes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was painful. And it's all my doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2783134200283096224?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2783134200283096224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2783134200283096224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2783134200283096224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2783134200283096224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-cant-say-enough-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7574963021599710509</id><published>2009-09-07T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:41:48.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dodgeball'/><title type='text'>Girl Just Wanna Have Fun.</title><content type='html'>Being a girl can seriously suck. In the last 48 hours I have been through a roller coaster of emotions that really don't even make sense. Yes, it is that time of the month, and I definitely hope that's why I'm like this, but knowing that I can expect this according to the lunar cycle does not really help in dealing with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally broke down before work on Sunday, and luckily my guardian angel Blythe was online to calm me down. Though, I didn't actually calm down. Since she wasn't in front of me to see, I was actually getting much worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SqXD7tSXz9I/AAAAAAAAALo/xoa6LXp-z8c/s1600-h/Photo+352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SqXD7tSXz9I/AAAAAAAAALo/xoa6LXp-z8c/s320/Photo+352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378920760500277202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got issues with the fact that I can't find a boy worth a damn who is interested in an actual relationship. As Blythe so wonderfully pointed out, I've recently made some really great friends, so it is obvious that I've got a personality that can attract people. And then I have a boys like... well we'll call him Dodgeball... who make it almost painfully obvious that it's not any issue with my body that's keeping the boys away. I even have boys like Dodgeball who end up being really good friends in moments that I need them, and probably see a little more than they should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason though, those things don't all come together as I would like them to, and it frustrates me to no end. I've got some plans to focus myself on other things for the time being. Among them, getting into a consistent size 6 through more creative eating and getting back to dancing more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of me that refuses to give up on Dodgeball, even though Blue (who I know I didn't  update about, but I totally gave up on two weeks ago) messaged me last night for no real reason. I new that Blue would eventually get back in touch with me, and I knew that it would be mostly they type of conversation that we had last night, and I'm glad to report that my emotional response was pretty much as I wanted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care! The whole time that we were talking, I was thinking about how sure, it would be nice to date him if he wanted to take me out, but I'm really more interested in someone else, even if I don't actually have a shot with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering how desperate I was for some decent male attention only 14 or so hours before, I was really glad to see that it's not just male attention that I want, it's male attention from someone I like, that's not just about sex. It's a bittersweet relief though, since getting more than that from someone whom I actually like is much more difficult to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, should give me more to blog about, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7574963021599710509?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7574963021599710509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7574963021599710509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7574963021599710509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7574963021599710509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girl Just Wanna Have Fun.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SqXD7tSXz9I/AAAAAAAAALo/xoa6LXp-z8c/s72-c/Photo+352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-3203957732838543933</id><published>2009-09-04T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:47:08.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Congratulations! It's a Blog!</title><content type='html'>I now have a &lt;a href="http://studentbecomestheteacher.blogspot.com"&gt;super awesome new blog&lt;/a&gt; to which I will be posting all of my journal entries like the previous entry for my Writing and the Young Writer course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting links here to when I update, or at least mentioning it unless I really impress myself with an entry and feel a need to cross post. My teacher is totally down for public comment, so please comment away. Those comments will probably spawn new topics for me to write about, which will be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited to be writing more this semester, and I can't wait to tell you all tomorrow about my attempted murder by a silent asian woman at Wal-mart earlier tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-3203957732838543933?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://studentbecomestheteacher.com' title='Congratulations! It&apos;s a Blog!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3203957732838543933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=3203957732838543933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3203957732838543933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3203957732838543933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/congratulations-its-blog.html' title='Congratulations! It&apos;s a Blog!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7851906989256755624</id><published>2009-09-02T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:24:46.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='125A'/><title type='text'>Motivation Such and Aggravation</title><content type='html'>This will be my first post in that blog for my class as soon as I can come up with a name for it I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that technology is having a huge impact on school when one can turn a simple journal assignment into a blog only to motivate themselves to complete it more thoroughly and in a timely fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is this blog. For what looks to be quite an exciting course, I must keep a journal of thoughts related to writing and the teaching of writing. With the help of Google Analytics, I will be able to motivate myself to keep writing so as to keep some sort of audience interested. On that note, I have my first self-created prompt for this journal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How on earth am I actually going to ever get a student motivated to write before the eve of the assigned due date?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.girlopinion.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/motivation2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been one of those students, I know exactly the thought process of the ones who are more than capable of doing any mundane task assigned, but not coming anywhere near caring enough to do them. In the first meeting of my American Gothic course today I was reminded of Professor Sweet’s practice of short quizzes on the assigned reading material and it got me thinking about applying something like this to writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had her for American Lit a year ago, I know that Prof. Sweet’s quizzes are very simple ones, only really intended to motivate and reward keeping up with the reading assignments. As much as I hated them at the beginning of the last course, I came to love the easy credit for just doing what I should have found my own motivation to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d already attended Writing and the Young Writer when thinking about these American Gothic quizzes, and thought that if there was a way to modify this practice for writing, one might just be able to show high school and middle school students the benefit of staying ahead of their writing from the beginning. But just how would I ever be able to do that? I guess I have a few years until I’m in a classroom, and I have lots of teachers to learn from until then, so maybe I shouldn’t worry about it for the moment. If I can figure out a reasonable way though, I can’t wait to try and actually get students motivated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how much better my writing is now that I start my writing earlier and have a chance to edit it. I wasn’t ready to admit that I needed that in high school though, and I’m sure I’ll run into plenty of students who feel the same way. I also feel as though I was able to scrape by and get B’s on papers that I pulled out of my ass the night before, so what real incentive did I have to start earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it in those terms has me remembering just last spring and my Advanced Composition course with Professor Dunstan. That’s actually where I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; found the drive to truly edit and give myself time to write. Dunstan was able to get me to see the light by having us turn in papers that were due at the end of the class around mid-terms, and giving us what our grades would be if we turned in that paper. Even the one that I had a solid B in then wasn’t enough for me when I still had the time to improve it. The notes that he’d made, made it very easy for me to spot what I didn’t like in my own writing and edit it to be more clear and definite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think before I write again I’ll pull out my old syllabus from that course and see if I can’t draw more inspiration from that, or in my current course with Dunstan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7851906989256755624?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7851906989256755624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7851906989256755624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7851906989256755624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7851906989256755624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivation-such-and-aggravation.html' title='Motivation Such and Aggravation'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1911410824621003548</id><published>2009-08-31T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:06:11.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Something to talk about!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school, and man is this semester going to be insane! I'm currently signed up for 6 courses, though that does include a swimming course with minimal outside work. If I end up getting into the Sign Language class I want on Wednesday I might just drop the swimming course though, to make sure I have time to get everything done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing I'm most excited about this semester is the journal I have to keep for Writing and the Young Writer. Since Professor Fanetti is totally down with electronic submission, I think I'm actually going to ask her if I can complete it in the form of a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, I already have three blogs, one of which Mallory and I simply don't update, and one that I've let fall pretty far behind, but this is a little different. As soon as I figure out a decent name for it, I will have a link here, though I don't know if I will be making it entirely public yet. I don't know how she feels about comments, though I believe that she will actually like the idea of the open communication. The assignment is basically two journals each week on our thoughts about writing and teaching writing. With a prompt like that, I feel like I'm actually going to be able to start writing some blogs that I can be really proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing some ideas for my first one during my classes today, and I can't wait to get a chance to put it together tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a great idea like that, I ended up sitting in on a class that the awesome Liz is taking during what would have been a break for me. I ended up falling in love with the professor though, and now I'm hoping to add the class myself. That puts me at a grand total of 7 if I keep that swimming class and get the Sign class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that I'm insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1911410824621003548?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1911410824621003548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1911410824621003548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1911410824621003548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1911410824621003548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-talk-about.html' title='Something to talk about!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5936383008208248211</id><published>2009-08-29T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:21:26.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>And the tears did come.</title><content type='html'>I just need to take a minute to let everyone know how much I love this &lt;strike&gt;girl&lt;/strike&gt; woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SpjhoknWZ_I/AAAAAAAAALg/WYGTBMZBchs/s1600-h/Karaoke4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SpjhoknWZ_I/AAAAAAAAALg/WYGTBMZBchs/s320/Karaoke4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375294242406426610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few days she has said the exact things that are what the reassuring friend is supposed to say in frustrating situations, and in both cases she has been dead on correct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have felt like shit for no reason. I didn't want to cut the girls night out short if &lt;a href="http://ginamarierose.blogspot.com"&gt;Gina&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thechaosandtheorder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blythe&lt;/a&gt; were having fun, but they saw that I really wasn't, so they suggested the route home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like she's got some sort of sixth sense about when I need something to happen. She doesn't just tell me that she understands that it sucks and it will get better, she tells me that she's sure I'll find a roommate, or that she's sure something specific will happen. And then it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like she's an amazing Charlotte/Carrie/and a little bit Miranda/Samantha to my Carrie/Charlotte/Samantha Miranda. That may not make as much sense as it could, but we aren't really just one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this to make anyone feel like they don't mean the world to me as well, it's just that the tears I'd been holding back all night finally came through when a text came through and in my head I thought, "Gina was right again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5936383008208248211?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5936383008208248211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5936383008208248211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5936383008208248211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5936383008208248211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-tears-did-come.html' title='And the tears did come.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SpjhoknWZ_I/AAAAAAAAALg/WYGTBMZBchs/s72-c/Karaoke4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2468451276619134846</id><published>2009-08-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:16:23.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.</title><content type='html'>So much has happened lately that I'm tempted to just move on and only focus on the stuff that has occurred in the past 48 hours so that I can update decently. The things that have happened though are not exactly of a magnitude that I can simply let them pass by without comment. I suppose that only leaves me with my standard listing of events. If you would like more details, leave a comment and I shall provide the accompanying detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SpbNVinX4CI/AAAAAAAAALY/aCMxyxd0CKM/s1600-h/134_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SpbNVinX4CI/AAAAAAAAALY/aCMxyxd0CKM/s320/134_2413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374708975266160674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★ My friend Kasey's wallet was stolen out of my house while she and I were in the basement. I then confronted the asshat and got her stuff back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★ I got my first hangover/slight blackout experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★ I quit one of my jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★ I want to paint my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the most current news, I'm meeting with a potential roommate again today for lunch. I'm looking forward to it, hopefully she and I will be on the same page this time, and she'll be moving in this weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I'm going to go on a bit of a walk. I walked about 5 miles last night before Sweet n Hot, which turned into not dancing much. I'd really like to get in better shape, so getting moving seems to be the best choice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2468451276619134846?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2468451276619134846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2468451276619134846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2468451276619134846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2468451276619134846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-time-and-so-little-to-do-wait.html' title='So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SpbNVinX4CI/AAAAAAAAALY/aCMxyxd0CKM/s72-c/134_2413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-8522209711527610878</id><published>2009-08-26T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:55:25.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it positive, as you slap her to the floor!</title><content type='html'>When I get stressed I get really good at not posting. I think that comes from not wanting to be all negative on my blog, and not wanting to dwell on the negatives. If I push the negatives aside that I can't control, I allow room for the positives to come in, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my only day completely off in a week that wasn't my birthday, and the only one I'll have until Labor Day I believe. Lots to get done, so I better start! With a little luck I will be writing another post in about half an hour when I've got my living room in much better order!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-8522209711527610878?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8522209711527610878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=8522209711527610878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8522209711527610878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8522209711527610878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-it-positive-as-you-slap-her-to.html' title='Keep it positive, as you slap her to the floor!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2569777140258923238</id><published>2009-08-20T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:39:43.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Make it Work!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than half an hour until it's officially my birthday, though I was actually born at 11:34PM, so that will really be the magic moment tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to do tomorrow, and I'm starting tonight, so let's hope for a better post tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank you Lifetime for the birthday gift of &lt;b&gt;Project Runway&lt;/b&gt; starting tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2569777140258923238?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2569777140258923238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2569777140258923238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2569777140258923238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2569777140258923238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-it-work.html' title='Make it Work!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7928118949419662160</id><published>2009-08-20T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:22:29.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>All She Wants To Do Is DANCE!</title><content type='html'>I had a very productive day today, though not in the way that I'd expected to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the second night in a row of simply amazing dancing. It's obviously way too late to get into it at 3:13AM, so let's just say that what started as a not so great, and super turbulent looking night, turned into nothing short of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the last little lingering bit of the negative (which I foolishly thought was a lost cause) was remedied by a late phone call that first had me panicked that something was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go from feeling a little left out and let down to being reminded of the great new friends that I have is a feeling I can't put into words. I hope those who contributed to this feeling know that I'm feeling this way and that I am truly grateful to call them friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mrs.oshimbo.com/mrs/photos/center-stage-woot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie makes me smile and is keeping me up way too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7928118949419662160?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7928118949419662160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7928118949419662160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7928118949419662160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7928118949419662160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-she-wants-to-do-is-dance.html' title='All She Wants To Do Is DANCE!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-8447172101921079973</id><published>2009-08-17T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:27:59.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='productive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidelines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='code'/><title type='text'>More What You'd Call "Guidelines"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/culture/lifestyle/magazine/17-08/by_index#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wired.com/images/article/magazine/1708/by_f.jpg" height="346" width="500"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little frustrated lately. By lots of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them being that I'm remembering how I was in a better place when I was going to church regularly and I would like to start going again when I can. I don't think that church itself is exactly what I'm looking for right now, but it certainly has elements of what I would like to bring back into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of what I was originally looking for when I started going to church in March was some sort of guidelines or rules to live by and give me some order. I learned a lot while I was going, and incorporated some things into my life that I've really liked. There were also some big things that I realized were not for me, which contributed in a big way to my recent lack of attendance. In realizing that I might like to go back, I also realized that I don't have to solely go by the rules prescribed by a church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may have a lot to offer, and they may work for a lot of people but at the same time they may simply not be right for me. Instead, I can &lt;b&gt;make up my &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; rules&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome idea! If I want direction and structure, but I don't feel that I get that adequately from an outside source, why not create my own? A Katherine Code, if you will, which is &lt;i&gt;really more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules&lt;/i&gt;. I know that I've done something like &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/04/ch-ch-changes.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; before, and I haven't kept up with it, but I don't think that my drive and motivation were the same then, and I didn't really follow through with putting it into some physical form. This time I'm going to make sure that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may share more about what kinds of rules and guidelines I'll be creating, but for now I'm just going to let it all marinate and get on with a busy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-8447172101921079973?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8447172101921079973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=8447172101921079973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8447172101921079973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8447172101921079973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-what-youd-call-guidelines.html' title='More What You&apos;d Call &quot;Guidelines&quot;'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5899752482750673993</id><published>2009-08-16T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:18:53.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>I literally laughed and probably looked crazy as I was walking to my car after work at the record store today. When I got off at 10:30 and had a half hour drive ahead of me, I realized that I work at 4:45 tomorrow morning, and I work until 11PM, with only a 3 hour break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be an interesting day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5899752482750673993?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5899752482750673993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5899752482750673993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5899752482750673993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5899752482750673993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1908220076243495020</id><published>2009-08-15T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:32:48.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating like I'd like to lately, and I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of been holding back a little for fear of offending, or over sharing. That's over. This is my blog, and I'm going to say and do as I please. That does not mean that I'm going to use this as a space to attack the people in my life for things they do that I'm not so crazy about, but it does mean that I might mention those things and my honest opinion of them. Then again, I might not end up talking about any of that stuff. But the feeling that I &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; talk about that stuff seems to be holding me back from writing other fun things, so I'm now freeing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be at work in an hour and a half, and I could really use a half hour nap. The fun writing will have to wait until tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1908220076243495020?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1908220076243495020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1908220076243495020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1908220076243495020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1908220076243495020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5140054579028535283</id><published>2009-08-14T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:45:00.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A letter to the boy I can't actually write to.</title><content type='html'>Nights like tonight are probably the hardest. I've got a lot on my mind that I wish I could talk to you about. Granted, one of the biggest things on my mind right now is the simple fact that I can't talk to you, but none the less you are the first person I think of when I want to tell something to someone so it's frustrating that things feel like they're piling up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your messages to me give me just enough information that they're actually really vague to someone who isn't completely sure how your mind works. Guess who falls into that classification. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made it clear that you don't want to talk right now. What confuses me there is whether or not you intend to be in contact with me in the future. I like you. I see that we have different styles of letting each other know that we're interested. That is a bit difficult to handle sometimes, but I'm down to figure out just how we handle it and I hope that you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're still planning on taking me out for my birthday. Dressing up for you would be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Y3yoBQEhJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Y3yoBQEhJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5140054579028535283?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5140054579028535283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5140054579028535283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5140054579028535283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5140054579028535283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-to-boy-i-cant-actually-write-to.html' title='A letter to the boy I can&apos;t actually write to.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-9067235307074285747</id><published>2009-08-11T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:27:32.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Money money money mon-ey, MONEY!</title><content type='html'>After several weeks of not quite enough hours at work and being unsure of making rent, I recently found myself another part time position. I was told at my new position that I would be getting a max of three days a week, at about six and a half hours each. Combined with the regular twenty that I've been getting at the first job, this is absolutely ideal for the last few weeks before school starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nataliedee.com/121907/bearly-working.jpg" height="359" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm actually a rehire at the second job, and they have the time for someone who is already 95% trained, they've scheduled me for 32.5 hours in the next week (Wednesday-Tuesday). With the new job being awesome and getting the schedule done weeks in advance, I make the old one work around it, even if that means taking a cut in hours at the old job to make it work. I got there at 4:45AM today to find out that I'm actually scheduled for 28 hours (again Wednesday-Tuesday). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to do that pretty simple math for a second? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week and a half ago I would have been totally happy with 28 hours, and now I'm scheduled for more than 60! I'm sure it will actually be less than that with the way that the old job sends people home to cut hours, but I will be working much more than normal, which will mean a much bigger paycheck than normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little luck, I will have 1/3 of my credit card debt paid off before school starts again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-9067235307074285747?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/9067235307074285747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=9067235307074285747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/9067235307074285747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/9067235307074285747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/money-money-money-mon-ey-money.html' title='Money money money mon-ey, MONEY!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-580795238135805005</id><published>2009-08-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:06:54.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>Wow, four days out of town feels like a really long time when I was blogging every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be at work in less than 6 hours, so this is a non-post, but I'm still alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-580795238135805005?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/580795238135805005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=580795238135805005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/580795238135805005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/580795238135805005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7344751092934417143</id><published>2009-08-05T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:12:26.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Groban'/><title type='text'>I've totally found THE ONE.</title><content type='html'>Anyone out there who happens to come across this also have any sort of connection to Josh Groban? I have recently fallen for him yet again. I mean, if you know me and just how cheesy I am in conjunction with my love of TV, watch the following video and try to honestly tell me that he and I are not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7xD59eAnUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7xD59eAnUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, could he match those voices better? Seriously, let's make this happen people. I really love the running during the Baywatch part, and the "Oh God," before the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't enough, go look at his description for one of his &lt;a href"http://vimeo.com/4127811"&gt;vlogs&lt;/a&gt;. It's like 10 minutes long, so don't worry about actually watching it if you don't want to, but the description!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that he gets a lot of attention from the ladies, but I also think that I'm probably one of the younger ones, maybe this could actually happen! Anyone care to help me devise a plot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7344751092934417143?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7344751092934417143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7344751092934417143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7344751092934417143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7344751092934417143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-totally-found-one.html' title='I&apos;ve totally found THE ONE.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1826269548855284194</id><published>2009-08-04T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:52:25.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='productive'/><title type='text'>No Babies, No Cancer Day!</title><content type='html'>I had a Lady appointment today! It was with a male doctor, which I've never done before. I didn't have any hesitation, I mean he's a doctor, and it's more important to be healthy than to be completely comfortable for the few minutes of the appointment. I had almost hoped for something outrageous, or at least outrageously awkward or embarrassing, to share from the experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.desperatehousecows.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/papsmear.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of the sort happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually probably the least awkward pap I've ever had. Dr. Ruggles (seriously, that's the funniest thing about it all) explained everything, and ordered my birth control from the pharmacy right at the beginning so I had less time to wait for it after the appointment. The only thing that he didn't explain was why he brought the nurse in for the actual examination. I actually happen to know that they bring in a female nurse just to make sure nothing funny goes down with a male doctor and a female patient. For someone who isn't aware of things like that, it might seem a little weird to bring in another person for such an exam. Just a quick mention would be kind of nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a bit of a crazy day, and it will be starting at 4:45, so it seems that almost 11 PM is time for bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1826269548855284194?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1826269548855284194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1826269548855284194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1826269548855284194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1826269548855284194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-babies-no-cancer-day.html' title='No Babies, No Cancer Day!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1421190412117305604</id><published>2009-08-03T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:13:16.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>I caved.</title><content type='html'>I really didn't want to, but I'm headed out to Clear Lake this weekend and I need something that &lt;i&gt;(be nice, Katherine)&lt;/i&gt; will keep my interest, but isn't really something I have to think about. I mean, tanning is not supposed to require thinking, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/Sne_LPhngSI/AAAAAAAAALI/Mu36tcJMXMc/s1600-h/Photo+1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/Sne_LPhngSI/AAAAAAAAALI/Mu36tcJMXMc/s320/Photo+1116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365967680902234402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Laura if I could borrow the first of the &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt; series. I saw the movie. I was not impressed. I've spoken with some who love the books and still didn't like the movie, so I'm not really worried. I really just don't want to get hooked on this series and have to read them all though. I ended up snagging my hair dresser's copy tonight when I went over there to water her plants while she's out of town. I don't think I'll take this one out of town though, just in case something were to happen, I would be more comfortable telling Laura that I had to buy her another copy than the woman I trust to get my color and cut just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let it be known, Gina, Laura, Valerie (though I don't think you're even aware that I have a blog, maybe you don't even read blogs!) and anyone else whom I've told I really didn't want to get into them. It is starting tomorrow while I'm required to be at my lady appointment 15 minutes early (oh what I do for free healthcare). Unless of course I start tonight after my shower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1421190412117305604?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1421190412117305604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1421190412117305604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1421190412117305604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1421190412117305604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-caved.html' title='I caved.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/Sne_LPhngSI/AAAAAAAAALI/Mu36tcJMXMc/s72-c/Photo+1116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-4506148664684276140</id><published>2009-08-03T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:53:49.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyebrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Looking like my brother</title><content type='html'>For the past few years I've been very good about keeping my eyebrows decently kept up. I resisted for a long time because my natural shape is pretty awesome and as many of you already know, I'm damn lazy. Once I really saw the difference though, there was no real turning back. I mean, it's not like a few plucks once a week or so are in any way imposing on my oh-so-busy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't actually remember the last time that I plucked my brows though. I'm sure it was in the car, because the natural light there is just way better than anywhere else. I'm pretty sure I never took the tweezers &lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt; of the car, but I also haven't seen them in at least a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting bad. Bad enough that I'm looking more like my brother whose eyebrows remind me of caterpillars. Bad enough that I wanted to take a picture for you. I don't actually have any make up on or my hair done right now though, so the picture is not happening right now. Unless I find them this afternoon though, I'm pretty sure that there will be another time for a picture after work today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're on the edge of your seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-4506148664684276140?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4506148664684276140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=4506148664684276140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4506148664684276140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4506148664684276140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-like-my-brother.html' title='Looking like my brother'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-287601077124120386</id><published>2009-08-02T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:52:21.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>"If it wasn't scary, I'd want a stalker."</title><content type='html'>"Um, that's called a boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I want one of those too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to guess with whom I was talking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-287601077124120386?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/287601077124120386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=287601077124120386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/287601077124120386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/287601077124120386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-it-wasnt-scary-id-want-stalker.html' title='&quot;If it wasn&apos;t scary, I&apos;d want a stalker.&quot;'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-6639925334261406094</id><published>2009-08-01T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:26:11.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>This should be a great weekend!</title><content type='html'>Considering how this week went, I thought that I was going to be flying high this weekend and riding out this awesome wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, not so much. I'm not going to keep myself down by focusing on what's currently pulling me down, instead I'm going to focus on some things that are happening in the relatively near future that I may or may not be looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a second job, which means that I will have some spending money soon. With that money I am hoping to get a new desk that will be much more functional for me this school year. I've got an idea of what I'd like from the wonderful Ikea, but but I'm not going to make any real decisions until I can hand over the cash to bring it all home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really be working a lot in the next few weeks, but that doesn't mean that I won't be taking next weekend off to go to Clear Lake with my family to relax and really get a good tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wanted to really have things to say and write a good entry, but making food before work is preventing that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-6639925334261406094?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6639925334261406094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=6639925334261406094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6639925334261406094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6639925334261406094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-should-be-great-weekend.html' title='This should be a great weekend!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5079302062050458408</id><published>2009-07-30T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:34:36.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ believe that I'm as excited as I am to be so busy in the next few weeks, and maybe months.&lt;br /&gt;+ snap.&lt;br /&gt;+ wait for a girls weekend in Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;+ sing, but do you think that stops an awesome karaoke performance?&lt;br /&gt;+ keep my blossoming flowers blossoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I can...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ handle anything that I really want to. (Especially with the amazing new friends who are &lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt; supportive!)&lt;br /&gt;+ remember (seemingly) useless information like dates and random trivia.&lt;br /&gt;+ skip backwards, and while spinning!&lt;br /&gt;+ bake/cook decently. (And when I say decently it means I just don't have the space to do it well.)&lt;br /&gt;+ see the positive in almost any situation. (Seriously, ask me how my most recent heart break will lead me to marry Joey Fatone if you don't believe me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I won't...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ let a friend buy something that I don't think looks good without giving my honest opinion about it.&lt;br /&gt;+ smoke. &lt;br /&gt;+ ever stop trusting that there is good in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;+ stop believing.&lt;br /&gt;+ worry my life away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I will...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ support anything that a friend does as long as they are doing it for the right reasons. I may not agree with their decision, but I will support them.&lt;br /&gt;+ become better with my money.&lt;br /&gt;+ start taking more pictures. &lt;br /&gt;+ drink most things with grenadine. &lt;br /&gt;+ hold onto that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I shouldn't...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ put off my homework until the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;+ sweat the small stuff. (And lately I haven't been!)&lt;br /&gt;+ be up this late!&lt;br /&gt;+ spend about 1/4 of the money that I do. (Well, at least not on what I spend it on.)&lt;br /&gt;+ put off until tomorrow what I can get done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I should...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ let the people I care about really know how much they mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;+ read more.&lt;br /&gt;+ get into a more regular sleep schedule.&lt;br /&gt;+ eat better. &lt;br /&gt;+ find some wine that I like to relax with sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://ginamarierose.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; awesome lady. Hoping that another &lt;a href="http://thechaosandtheorder.blogspot.com/"&gt;lady&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://justadaisygirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://hotclementine.livejournal.com/"&gt;three&lt;/a&gt; I know will follow suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5079302062050458408?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5079302062050458408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5079302062050458408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5079302062050458408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5079302062050458408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-turn.html' title='My turn!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2237755628532537776</id><published>2009-07-29T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:04:04.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Friends, a boy and some good advice.</title><content type='html'>I really can't express just how much fun I'm having lately. I've found some really amazing people whom I've somehow fooled into thinking I'm just as awesome as they are, and we're having a ball. Everything from Bowleoake and crazy Luau parties to just hanging out at home and having some home made macaroni, we've got good times no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blown away by the kind of support that I'm getting from the amazing women I've found. Sunday night, we seriously hung out at my house, I made macaroni, and we repaired a dress. After a pretty crazy party the night before, it was kind of just what was needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of knowing these marvelous ladies is listening to the &lt;a href="http://ginamarierose.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-waste-pretty.html"&gt;advice&lt;/a&gt; that they give, even when it's something that I've heard before and resisted. Last week a friend posted the suggestion of reading &lt;i&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/i&gt;. I've heard of it before, and thought about reading it, but simply wasn't going to do it. I expected that it would be condescending and possibly demeaning, and I wanted no part of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.first.lib.ms.us/8459391%5B1%5D.jpg" height="472" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a risk based on the awesome time that we'd already spent hanging out, I asked to borrow the book. Worst that could happen is that I just don't like it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what. That's not what happened. I'm only halfway through, and I love it. It's already helped me &lt;b&gt;loads&lt;/b&gt; with some things that I was holding onto, and even with a boy I met up with last night! This is a boy I've know for about 3 years, and we've gone through a few different phases of romantic-type relationships. This time around he (let's call him Blue for ease of future references, if they should occur) has made it clear (as in stating it flat out) that he would very much like to date me as soon as he moves back to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much in support of that idea, so I don't want to do anything kind of stupid that would scare him off. Especially not while he's still 2 states away. I also don't want to get myself too worked up to be let down, which the book is helping me to do. Last night we only had a few hours together, and I'm really happy with how they went. He moves back to town either mid August, or early September, and now I kind of can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really good thing I've got these awesome girls to keep me occupied until he gets back and can take me on that date he's promised!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2237755628532537776?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2237755628532537776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2237755628532537776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2237755628532537776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2237755628532537776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-boy-and-some-good-advice.html' title='Friends, a boy and some good advice.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2083576090418549895</id><published>2009-07-28T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:54:19.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Money money money mon-ey, MONEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Scheduled Disbursement date is the earliest date the Financial Aid Office is allowed to begin the check disbursement process and not the actual date you will receive your check. If your funds have been received from the appropriate federal, state, or private agency and you have no holds, the earliest you can expect your Fall 2009 check is around August 31 and your Spring 2010 check is around January 25.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newsobserver.com/content/media/2008/6/13/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found that on MySacState. My birthday may not be much fun this year. I had thought that my Financial Aid was going to come through on my birthday, but it looks like it may not be for another week or two after that. I guess it's time to start picking up shifts wherever I can at work. Oh wait, I've already been trying to do that! I did work with my manager last night, who had mistakenly been under the impression that I lived with my parents. Maybe now that he's been corrected he'll give me a bit of priority when it comes to hours. I mean, giving the 20-year-old bubbling idiot who happens to be trying to save up to get married is only doing his fiance a disservice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I get to start doing things like returning my plastic bottles and cashing in any spare change I can find for any amount of spending money I can get my hands on. I know that it may not be ideal, but I don't want to stop having a social life just because my loans don't come through until September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any other ideas for me to make money please let me know, when I have some I'll buy you a drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2083576090418549895?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2083576090418549895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2083576090418549895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2083576090418549895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2083576090418549895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-money-money-mon-ey-money.html' title='Money money money mon-ey, MONEY!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-4128672485315636062</id><published>2009-07-20T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:57:02.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple time!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently at a coffee shop so I can used their internet. Before leaving the house I looked in the mirror and decided that I didn't need to wear make up today. I feel prettier than I have in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a boy who I find rather adorable behind the counter here at Temple, but considering he's got long hair, and is wearing mostly brown while working in a fair trade coffee shop, I definitely look more sorority than someone he would probably typically go for. Plus, even if he was interested, I probably look too sorority right now to seem like I might be into him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if they were casting for Legally Blonde from the pool of people who have been here since I got here, it wouldn't even matter if my singing voice gave people hives, I'm the only one who could possibly pull of that persona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have too much more to do here right now, but I don't want to leave. It's nice and cool, and there is internet. Even if I don't have anything to do, we all know that I'm addicted and I don't want to walk the 5 blocks home to a warm house where I have to move stuff around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that the adorable boy in brown paisley (don't judge me) has replaced one of the buttons on his shirt with a green one. I would imagine that's because it was lost at some point, I have to admire the functionality of replacing it with something that doesn't match over not having a button because you don't have one that matches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple hours later, Blythe has joined me and she is a bit more interesting than this, so I will now be off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-4128672485315636062?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4128672485315636062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=4128672485315636062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4128672485315636062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4128672485315636062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/temple-time.html' title='Temple time!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7594384650851713071</id><published>2009-07-20T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:21:23.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remembered to post this!</title><content type='html'>I had totally forgotten just how amazing life can be when one has a living room that they are comfortable hanging out in and leaving your door open during the day doesn't mean cat hair all over your room and clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, my roommate moved out on Saturday. There are a few things that I wish she had brought to my attention before she left, like that since the cable was in her name she would be taking the interwebs with her, and that the good shower head was hers. I had to find out about the later when stepping into the shower, and this shower head does nothing for my hair. I've enjoyed the less than 48 hours without a roommate though. I guess technically for some of that time my future roommate was here, and that was fortunately just as enjoyable. I have lots of calls to make tomorrow to set up cable and utilities in my name, but I have the whole day off, so it will be pretty simple. I guess I should also see about getting to a cafe or restaurant with WiFi so I can post this, since I'm failing at writing it as though I'm there now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of liking my time being a little disconnected from the interwebs. Probably because I'm not actually all that disconnected with that wonderful little thing called the iPhone. Lots of other fun things happened this weekend, maybe I'll stay connected long enough to write about them when I get a chance to post this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7594384650851713071?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7594384650851713071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7594384650851713071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7594384650851713071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7594384650851713071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-remembered-to-post-this.html' title='I remembered to post this!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-117568239550791491</id><published>2009-07-17T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:22:06.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swing dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Sad Katherine.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'll be going to Camp Hollywood after all. It seems that in the time that I've been put on the waiting list and have still been socializing and such, I have depleted my CH Funds. Because of that second factor, it looks as though I will not be able to go to the Seattle Lindy Exchange the following weekend, which I'd hoped would be a decent alternative. It's looking like I will have to wait until September for the San Francisco Lindy Exchange to be my first event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a week after that one is the Cowtown Jamborama in Omaha, which I'm hoping I'll be able to make it to as well. I think that my school schedule will probably have an impact on that one though. Maybe I can email professors now in hopes of getting some fort of syllabus early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard quite a bit lately from more experienced dancers (though I think it's all been leads) who believe that going to Lindy Exchanges is actually better to learn than going to events like Camp Hollywood, though I haven't heard much about why. Any of you dancers reading care to answer that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight there's a Jack and Jill competition at Midtown Stomp in which I'm almost considering participating. For those of you unfamiliar with social dancing, a Jack and Jill is a competition in which all dancers sign up individually, and then the leads and follows are paired up randomly for each song. Rather than being judged as a couple, as other competitions are, each dancer is judged as they entered, individually. I'm going out to happy hour tonight, so it will probably be decided then. Wish me luck in case I do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-117568239550791491?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/117568239550791491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=117568239550791491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/117568239550791491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/117568239550791491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-katherine.html' title='Sad Katherine.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-9071100773181381406</id><published>2009-07-09T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:19:25.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp hollywood'/><title type='text'>My tortilla just tasted like peanut butter.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I checked the website and was actually going to sign up for Camp Hollywood, only to find out that they have closed registration for Follows until the number of Leads signed up balances things out a bit. Funny thing, I'm not terribly upset about this, which surprises me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.balboabattle.com/Images/1geochr1.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did send an email to them to get on the waiting list, so I guess I'll leave it to fate. If I don't get to go, I think I'll spend the money I would've spent there on private lessons. Considering the bang I can get for my buck with the lessons at CH, I'd still prefer to head there, but if it's not meant to be then it's not meant to be, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-9071100773181381406?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/9071100773181381406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=9071100773181381406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/9071100773181381406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/9071100773181381406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-tortilla-just-tasted-like-peanut.html' title='My tortilla just tasted like peanut butter.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1502219314420852695</id><published>2009-07-08T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:06:07.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamba juice'/><title type='text'>"I don't believe I want to live in a country where you have to be open on Sunday to do business."</title><content type='html'>Anyone else ever think that it would be kind of awesome to go back to the time where stores weren't open on Sundays and a National Holiday would close down all businesses? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought that might be nice since seeing &lt;b&gt;That Thing You Do!&lt;/b&gt; oh so many years ago, and then I had it even more reinforced after some contemplation post-Utah trip frustration with everything being closed. While it's very annoying if you are not expecting things to be closed, just a bit of warning could make it completely kosher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on this, I'm going to do my best to not shop at all on Sundays. I don't know how successful I will be, but I do have a vote in how businesses are run by the way that I use my money within them, so why not support this crazy ideal of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to work on the 4th of July, and couldn't really get over the absurdity of it. In an attempt to turn that negative into a positive, I give you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open letter to anyone who is a customer anywhere on a national holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Potentially Awesome Customer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile and great attitude is grand. It's the type of thing that can make my day when I have to be to work on a Sunday or a National Holiday. Seriously, if I can't be spending my time with friends or relaxing in any way of my own choosing, seeing you and your wonderfully smiling face totally makes up for being on my feet for eight hours. I can't tell you how much I would rather pretend to be interested in your confusion over which smoothie to order instead of reading a new favorite book by a pool somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile that you flash on your way out the door to enjoy your afternoon with family is more than appreciated and keeps me motivated throughout the rest of my shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or it makes me want to hurl a frozen strawberry at your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's great that you're friendly and wish me a Happy 4th when you come in to get your smoothie, but unless you're dropping a fiver in the tip jar, I promise you I would rather be spending time with my own family and friends. I know that you think that since we're open you're actually doing us a favor by giving us something to do, and sometimes I would agree with you, but not on National holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the only reason that we're open is that the company expects to be making money. If you were not there to be giving them money, they would have no desire to have us in the store taking money from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Labor Day, please show businesses that you really do care about the holiday and believe that their employees should be allowed to enjoy it as well by not spending your money in these places. Do you really need that extra 300 calories anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamba Juice Team Members Everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1502219314420852695?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1502219314420852695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1502219314420852695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1502219314420852695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1502219314420852695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-believe-i-want-to-live-in.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t believe I want to live in a country where you have to be open on Sunday to do business.&quot;'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-6256622836612995813</id><published>2009-07-04T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:45:24.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home depot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger'/><title type='text'>Good Friday!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a grand day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day at Home Depot with my dad, where we bought the lumber for him to make me a counter for my kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hammerzone.com/archives/workshop/bench/wswba40.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to get creative with it and paint it any color I wish (though with my red kitchen I'll probably go with black or white). Since my dad is kind of awesome, he's making it so I can get super creative and figuring it out so I can set the top with epoxy and decorate the top with something even more creative while also making it a surface that is more than easy to wipe spills off of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to put vintage recipes into it, hopefully some that I might actually end up being able to make! I'm a bit stoked about a reason to go thrifting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.59779712.jpg" height="443" width="322"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to get burgers, and I think I'll post more about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my day was the laziest I've had in a while, which was quite nice. I napped in the park for about an hour, and then I napped in bed for about 4 1/2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would have been able to follow that would be the awesome night of dancing and great conversation with friends at Lyons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll do what I can to make every Friday something like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-6256622836612995813?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6256622836612995813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=6256622836612995813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6256622836612995813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6256622836612995813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-3162908722903910911</id><published>2009-07-01T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:23:08.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swing dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Club 21</title><content type='html'>Tonight I had a night of dancing that I really needed. Lots of good leads and some super fun Hustle at Club 21. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can kind of feel that some awesome changes are happening my life concerning the making of super awesome new friends. I think the best part about that is that I don't in any way have to drop any old friends in the process!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-3162908722903910911?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3162908722903910911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=3162908722903910911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3162908722903910911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3162908722903910911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/07/club-21.html' title='Club 21'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5840556420700895438</id><published>2009-06-28T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:15:20.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>Someone please tell me how I can spend 23 hours awake, and yet not have time to post a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, awesome times with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do homework tonight, but I'm not really feeling it, so I may post something relevant again in a couple hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5840556420700895438?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5840556420700895438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5840556420700895438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5840556420700895438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5840556420700895438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5713723046174323802</id><published>2009-06-27T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:40:57.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazingness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blythe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Coolest girl EVAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs089.snc1/4927_738311630559_14817841_43064685_4088830_n.jpg" height="340" width"453"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5713723046174323802?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5713723046174323802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5713723046174323802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5713723046174323802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5713723046174323802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/coolest-girl-evah.html' title='Coolest girl EVAH!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5761973827388351652</id><published>2009-06-25T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:47:08.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extravaganza'/><title type='text'>Oh work...</title><content type='html'>So here was the original plan for this evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work until 9:40-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Get home, relax and catch up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;(This was after the MJ get together got squashed.)&lt;br /&gt;Write a blog about how awesome the past couple nights have been and the awesome friend who accompanied me on some grand adventures.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how this evening actually went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work get begged (not really, but it adds a dramatic flair) to switch for opening shift.&lt;br /&gt;Figure out that opening would mean more cash and time to tan, so I accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Work until 9:40-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Get home&lt;strike&gt;, relax and catch up with friends&lt;/strike&gt; and slightly catch up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Write a blog about &lt;strike&gt;how awesome the past couple nights have been and the awesome friend who accompanied me on some grand adventures&lt;/strike&gt; not having time to write a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work way too early, and a little too long. (4:45AM-1:00PM)&lt;br /&gt;Tan/Read in park with friend(s?).&lt;br /&gt;Make some extravagant plans.&lt;br /&gt;Blog about the awesome week I'm having.&lt;br /&gt;Dance the night away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will happen, you will be jealous of this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5761973827388351652?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5761973827388351652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5761973827388351652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5761973827388351652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5761973827388351652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-work.html' title='Oh work...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2578445500457137331</id><published>2009-06-24T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:39:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had something great.</title><content type='html'>I really had something great to post with. It would have made you at least giggle with pleasure, possibly flat out laugh. Promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I now cannot remember what I thought of a mere 8 minutes ago. If I somehow get it back while sleeping I will probably decide it's not that humorous and not post it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're sleeping well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2578445500457137331?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2578445500457137331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2578445500457137331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2578445500457137331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2578445500457137331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-something-great.html' title='I had something great.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-5799257483636439236</id><published>2009-06-23T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:18:47.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hydrocortisone'/><title type='text'>Hydrocortisone, how I love thee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drugs.com/pro/images/79925559-25ad-4ecc-8e82-a7b45229ca34/hydrocortisone-lotion-01.jpg" height="232" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to Mallory who recommended the anti-itch cream the last time I was having this issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of being popular, but I think that the mosquito currently residing in my room needs to take note of my &lt;a href="http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-katherine.html"&gt;earlier entry&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as this thing is dead, I'm back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-5799257483636439236?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/5799257483636439236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=5799257483636439236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5799257483636439236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/5799257483636439236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/hydrocortisone-how-i-love-thee.html' title='Hydrocortisone, how I love thee.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1047872529306039238</id><published>2009-06-21T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:47:11.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Living up to one's name</title><content type='html'>I slept so well last night. I got a little less than 8 hours, but I woke up feeling way more refreshed than I have in a long time, and had my eyes fully open before my alarm went off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I laid down last night I noticed just how comfortable my comforter actually is. I was truly thankful in the moment to be able to enjoy being wrapped up in my bed linens for possibly the last night in a while. Just a sheet when the temperature rises is simply not the same. Somehow, the weight of my comforter is just right. It lets me know that it's there and I don't need to toss and turn, but it's not overbearing and I can throw it off without much effort at all if I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/Sj5x_GBqATI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RmLBfNvunos/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/Sj5x_GBqATI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RmLBfNvunos/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349838736125985074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comforter has been there when I've been sick or upset to surround me and make me feel safe. It's also easy to just fling onto only half of my bed when I need a little more room to breathe. I know it's still there, being bright and colorful and ready to help in any way that it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comforter has more than lived up to it's name, which is kind of awesome since there are things like driveways and apartments that don't actually do that so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already know, my name means "pure" which I have taken to mean undiluted. I'm currently working on getting better at living up to my name. While I love to be influenced by others and take on new things, I want to always be me. Now I just have to figure out who the heck that is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1047872529306039238?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1047872529306039238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1047872529306039238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1047872529306039238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1047872529306039238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-up-to-ones-name.html' title='Living up to one&apos;s name'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/Sj5x_GBqATI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RmLBfNvunos/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-6731471260497251071</id><published>2009-06-18T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:12:45.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Katherine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs110.snc1/4643_213863945121_659245121_7346068_1817388_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate living up to this kind of stuff.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-6731471260497251071?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/6731471260497251071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=6731471260497251071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6731471260497251071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/6731471260497251071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-katherine.html' title='Sad Katherine.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-2414173502110075709</id><published>2009-06-17T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:41:50.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>I would like a snack.</title><content type='html'>I'm still really liking all this dance stuff. Can't wait to really learn more and feel comfortable with most leads. Some shoes that I've had for a while are now suddenly giving me a blister, so I was a little off tonight, but I still had fun. Plus, my security blanket was at home getting some much needed rest. But I still went for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs096.snc1/5162_735149712069_14817841_42909594_6008134_n.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out a way to get my brother to one of the dance parties at Joanne's. If he really got to get into a couple songs he would be totally addicted, and then I would have someone else to dance with! Seriously, the brother and I would be an awesome dance couple. It's not something that I can just describe though, I need to get him out there so we can show people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/5162_735149717059_14817841_42909595_717890_n.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I made some awesome Cake Cones on Saturday? I will be making more soon. Maybe even making them prettier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-2414173502110075709?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/2414173502110075709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=2414173502110075709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2414173502110075709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/2414173502110075709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-would-like-snack.html' title='I would like a snack.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-704161473566574720</id><published>2009-06-16T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:03:16.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Day</title><content type='html'>I had a very interesting dream last night. One that I quite enjoyed. Given who it involved however, I can't say that I should be enjoying it. I really did though, and I hate to admit that were the very realistic events to occur for whatever reason in the near future, I would probably (rather unwisely) allow them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to say, but this doesn't seem to be the right venue for it right now because I've been sitting with this window open for about 10 minutes without adding anything else. I guess I've had kind of a weird day, and I'm just feeling that now more than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll forget about having two consecutive interesting entries and just post this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-704161473566574720?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/704161473566574720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=704161473566574720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/704161473566574720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/704161473566574720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasted-day.html' title='Wasted Day'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-7931567850790975544</id><published>2009-06-16T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:43:08.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swing dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Living Life!</title><content type='html'>I know that I'm going to get some scoffs at this, but sometimes, Grey's Anatomy is totally spot on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the later episodes of this season there was a comment made to the effect of the realization that as much as we seem to always be preparing for the next stage in life (i.e. after this semester, after next semester, after graduation, after credential - the life of an English major doesn't have things like residency that take years) our life is happening all around us. If we don't pay attention while it's happening, we're going to miss something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/5162_735149073349_14817841_42909573_5452615_n.jpg" height="400" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about that notion a lot lately as I've really become emerged in the world of swing dancing as well as the social scene that accompanies the awesome workout. Though one of the social circles I've become very much aware that life is happening and I'm rather proud of the fact that I'm now embracing it and enjoying it to no end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs096.snc1/5162_735149093309_14817841_42909577_1252729_n.jpgg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a bit of drama with a boy who seems to be enamored with me and my wonderful new guy friends doing all they can to cock block (though it's more just buffering for my benefit), and some interesting instances that have come out of that. I feel bad for the guy, 'cause I'm simply not interested. If he would chill a bit I'm sure that he could find a girl who would be a much better fit for what he's looking for without much resistance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs096.snc1/5162_735149098299_14817841_42909578_7085157_n.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also met some &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; amazing new friends. The kind of friends who notice that my pants are too big and decide that we need to go shopping for new jeans, or have work in a couple hours, but will spend one of those hours not reading with me at the park. (We should really do that as much as possible this summer, I definitely got a little sun yesterday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs096.snc1/5162_735149103289_14817841_42909579_5369001_n.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life enjoyment is what's hindering blogging lately. If I wasn't so happy with my lack of sleep and intense sign language studies, I might be sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs096.snc1/5162_735149118259_14817841_42909582_1507533_n.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures of the 1:30AM dancing in front of Rick's Dessert Diner that is definitely my favorite dance moment yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-7931567850790975544?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/7931567850790975544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=7931567850790975544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7931567850790975544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/7931567850790975544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-life.html' title='Living Life!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1501968361916696977</id><published>2009-06-12T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:57:08.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swing dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>As busy as I am lately, I'm determined to blog regularly this summer. I don't think that I'll have something every day, but 3-4 times a week, with one of them actually having some sort of substance would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe once I get used to this non-stop summer I seem to have gotten myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the way that my friend &lt;a href="http://ginamarierose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gina&lt;/a&gt; blogs, it's usually after her posts that I'm kicking myself the most for not being a better blogger. I hope she doesn't mind me linking to her, she really cracks me up, so why not share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my second night of the beginning swing series class I'm in at &lt;a href="http://midtownstomp.com"&gt;Midtown Stomp&lt;/a&gt; Friday and I'm stoked. I can't wait until I'm not being silly and doing stuff like looking at my feet when I'm dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/3618254725_0dd8dd9aba.jpg" height ="400" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Why do I look so blonde in pictures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1501968361916696977?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1501968361916696977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1501968361916696977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1501968361916696977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1501968361916696977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-blogger_12.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/3618254725_0dd8dd9aba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-8909668111086826803</id><published>2009-06-11T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:24:43.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>It's been too long.</title><content type='html'>Things I did last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☆ Had an amazing non-date date with Staple.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Saw &lt;i&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt; and fell for both Spock and Kirk. &lt;br /&gt;☆ Identified Winona Ryder in about two milliseconds, even though Staple doubted me.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Took Staple to experience the awesome that is &lt;a href="http://thesqueezeinn.com"&gt;Squeeze Inn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Had the most amazing burger I've eaten, at least this year.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Got super cute before going to &lt;a href="http://midtownstomp.com"&gt;Midtown Stomp&lt;/a&gt; for The Jive Aces.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Took the first in the series classes I signed up for, and feel a lot more confident about where my dancing is headed.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Danced the night away, and had LOTS of fun!&lt;br /&gt;☆ Got to flirt with the drummer from the Jive Aces for a little while a Lyon's, while just generally having a good time with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Went to hang out with a friend, and three new friends, and got home after 5AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;☆ Had nothing to do, so slept all day. We're talking 5PM, people.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Made some casual plans to go to ice cream with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Got invited to a movie with friends.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Changed ice cream plans, included everyone in the movie plans.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Movie got out later than expected, went to dive bar with friends.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Was totally flattered by friends and their friends, tried not to let it go to my head.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Got home around 3.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Stayed up way too late talking to someone I shouldn't be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;☆ Worked 10-6, which means no church.&lt;br /&gt;☆ Came home to sleep before my first day of Sign Language in summer school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-8909668111086826803?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/8909668111086826803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=8909668111086826803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8909668111086826803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/8909668111086826803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1245747960538498688</id><published>2009-06-10T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:27:00.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>Ergh.</title><content type='html'>I should have time to really update tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rear ended someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, as is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to say about this weekend, so hopefully I'll have a list tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be better about blogging once I get that done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1245747960538498688?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1245747960538498688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1245747960538498688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1245747960538498688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1245747960538498688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/ergh.html' title='Ergh.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-4881367997649448957</id><published>2009-06-07T04:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:49:42.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>I've been a bad blogger lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what happens when I actually do things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-4881367997649448957?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4881367997649448957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=4881367997649448957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4881367997649448957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4881367997649448957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1063186121745188637</id><published>2009-06-05T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:41:27.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wicked'/><title type='text'>What is sleep?</title><content type='html'>I'm definitely up way too late. Can you blame me though, I was only 27 pages from the end of &lt;u&gt;Wicked&lt;/u&gt; when it was &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; time for me to go to bed. And of course once I finish it again I can't just go to bed, I have to check to see if anything has happened online in the couple of hours that I decided to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, two of my favorite bloggers lived up to those titles, and I am now going to bed rather amused and looking forward to adventures tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1063186121745188637?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1063186121745188637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1063186121745188637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1063186121745188637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1063186121745188637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-sleep.html' title='What is sleep?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-1549141423972456664</id><published>2009-06-04T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:29:53.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a re-count!</title><content type='html'>One of them I second guessed myself, and originally had the right answer, and another had information updated in 2002, I was out of &lt;i&gt;high school&lt;/i&gt; by then. I guess I don't keep up enough, but then again, neither does the show &lt;b&gt;Glee&lt;/b&gt; if that's the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sextoys.org/sex_ed/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sextoys.org/sex_ed/img/badges/c.png" alt="Could you pass 6th grade sex ed?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.sextoys.org"&gt;Sex Toys.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-1549141423972456664?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/1549141423972456664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=1549141423972456664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1549141423972456664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/1549141423972456664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-re-count.html' title='I want a re-count!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-3461684444928819115</id><published>2009-06-04T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:34:53.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Midwest Magic!</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I was feeling magic in the air. There were thunderstorms in the forecast and everything smelled amazing. So much so that I actually wandered outside to just &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; for a little while. I wanted to walk around Old Sac and just take everything in during that awesome pre-storm energy, but night had already fallen and I didn't want to go alone. Nor did I want to take away a lead from Sweet n' Hot by grabbing one of the guys upstairs. So out front I sat for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I couldn't ignore the magic outside my window, but I had no one to take a walk with me, and it was almost midnight, so I just had to settle for an open window and blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat down to read more of &lt;u&gt;Wicked&lt;/u&gt; (oddly enough the scene describing the tornado) the lightning &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; got under way. As I was putting down my book and thinking &lt;i&gt; Screw it! I'm going out to get me some of this magic!&lt;/i&gt; my phone rang, my darling brother who had just turned me down for a walk in the pre-storm magic was being called outside as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we were outside, the sky just seemed to open up and pour on us. I couldn't have asked for much better. Only one thing that I can think of right now would have topped it, but playing in the rain with my brother while my soul was reenergized by nature is a damn close second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4476/117/64/26202804/n26202804_31605224_2953874.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I got no good pictures of the actual lightning, but my friend Davis got the one above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I got some other awesome pictures. There are a select few here, and more on Facebook. I'm pretty sure that 97% of the people who read this will be able to find them on Facebook. If you can't see them because I don't know you and you would like to, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4633/216/26/14817841/n14817841_42757230_350558.jpg" height="270" width="360"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs089.snc1/4633_731604376949_14817841_42757231_6071023_n.jpg" height="360" width="270"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs089.snc1/4633_731603808089_14817841_42757205_5563948_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs089.snc1/4633_731603823059_14817841_42757208_7533507_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4633/216/26/14817841/n14817841_42757213_6886091.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs089.snc1/4633_731603862979_14817841_42757216_2726649_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4633/216/26/14817841/n14817841_42757197_1868258.jpg" height="270" width="360"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4633/216/26/14817841/n14817841_42757198_1822871.jpg" height="270" width="360"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is totally going to be tangled and smelling of rain tomorrow. I can't wait for the reminder of the magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely felt like I was back in Iowa for a little bit, for all of the reasons that I loved it there. (I didn't &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; hate it!) Specifically, I'm recalling a trip Mallory and I took to &lt;a href="http://www.maid-rite.com/"&gt;Maid-Rite&lt;/a&gt;, during which we got caught in what seemed to be a 15-second downpour the moment we got out of the car and ran inside. If I remember correctly, it wasn't even raining when we left her house, just a couple miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to &lt;u&gt;Wicked&lt;/u&gt;! You don't really think I could sleep after such fuel for the soul, do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-3461684444928819115?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/3461684444928819115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=3461684444928819115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3461684444928819115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/3461684444928819115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/midwest-magic.html' title='Midwest Magic!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408277.post-4000237900643805613</id><published>2009-06-03T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:20:17.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Grr to School</title><content type='html'>So this whole summer school thing is great right? I'll get my foreign language out of the way and be able to graduate on time, possibly with a minor in education, possibly with a jump start on the credential program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is of course until I have to actually PAY for my summer classes. I knew there was a down side to this situation that I was forgetting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to start watching my money and really only spending it on dancing, food and gas. And by food I of course mean stuff from the grocery store, not so much going out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between dancing, school and work, I wonder what else I'll have time to do this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it sounds kind of nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408277-4000237900643805613?l=purekatherine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/feeds/4000237900643805613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408277&amp;postID=4000237900643805613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4000237900643805613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408277/posts/default/4000237900643805613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purekatherine.blogspot.com/2009/06/grr-to-school.html' title='Grr to School'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00124481204122423968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ovi0AZxeKB4/SvfsF6KkaGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1yzuSIDLnEg/S220/Photo+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
