<?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-8117617</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:51:54.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullo Dahling</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets."--Oscar Wilde</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-115378678402789846</id><published>2006-07-24T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:19:44.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a step back</title><content type='html'>it's been so nice being able to take a little vacation away from everything and everyone. Be able to sort some things out in the luxury of the slow moving south. but at the same time, i havent really been doing to much 'sorting.' really ive just been planning about things that are coming up and trying to make sure they go perfect and everything, which things never go as well as you planned, so why bother making the plans in the first place? but being able to be in a different environment for a few days should happen on a more regular basis. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "Concering the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Il"--Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, read &lt;u&gt;A Long Way Down&lt;/u&gt; by Nick Hornby. It's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-115378678402789846?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/115378678402789846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=115378678402789846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/115378678402789846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/115378678402789846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2006/07/step-back.html' title='a step back'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-114815914235454360</id><published>2006-05-20T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T14:05:42.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>so the last couple of weeks have been horrible. steadily depressed and just sad about everything in my life. nothing seems to be good enough. i cant seem to be good enough. ive screwed up at everything ive attempted and i just want do be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what to do anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-114815914235454360?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/114815914235454360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=114815914235454360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/114815914235454360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/114815914235454360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-couple-of-weeks.html' title='last couple of weeks'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-114654760648857116</id><published>2006-05-01T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:26:46.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of the sins that were new."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"When we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;--Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All to which, describe how I've felt the last few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-114654760648857116?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/114654760648857116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=114654760648857116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/114654760648857116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/114654760648857116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2006/05/memory-of-old-sins-could-be-destroyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-114514680276544805</id><published>2006-04-15T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:20:02.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depress mode</title><content type='html'>im tired of having people give me their 'helpful' advise. im tired of people being fake, and freaking out and yelling for absolutly no reason. im also getting tired of knowing i dont get to see my boyfriend for another month. yeah. i might be a little depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-114514680276544805?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/114514680276544805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=114514680276544805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/114514680276544805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/114514680276544805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2006/04/depress-mode.html' title='depress mode'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-114115171997106269</id><published>2006-02-28T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:35:19.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>So I just decided &lt;strong&gt;right now&lt;/strong&gt;, that one day during Spring Break, I'm just going to leave. I don't know where. But I'm going. I'm really excited about this. Maybe the beach? Just drive for hours and end up in some exclusive section of the world. I'll bring my pictures to document the occasion of course. =) Yeah. I think this will be really good for me. I wonder where I'll be going.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "Landed"--Ben Folds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-114115171997106269?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/114115171997106269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=114115171997106269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/114115171997106269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/114115171997106269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2006/02/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-113650641720750132</id><published>2006-01-05T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:13:37.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just LOVE the people who are so subtle....but so mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-113650641720750132?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/113650641720750132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=113650641720750132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113650641720750132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113650641720750132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-love-people-who-are-so-subtle.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-113488775229521168</id><published>2005-12-17T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:35:52.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I truly do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; believe that certain people come into our lives for a reason, and they stay there for a certain amount of time until we learn whatever it is that we are to learn. And that we must cherish the memories whether they be good or bad, because if one tiny detail of our past had not been how it was, we would not be the people we are today. However, whenever a friendship slips away it's sad. and you dont have to like it, but you have to get through it. and youre never alone, no matter what you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day: "For Good"--Wicked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-113488775229521168?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/113488775229521168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=113488775229521168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113488775229521168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113488775229521168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-good.html' title='For Good'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-113416336369554791</id><published>2005-12-09T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:25:04.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life is amazing. Simply amazing, and astonishing, and suprising and wonderful beyond measure and scary beyond belief. But right now, it's just nice. Comforting. I think things are working out just how they're supposed to. And all around the hollidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love the hollidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Song of the day: "Songs of Love"--The Divine Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-113416336369554791?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/113416336369554791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=113416336369554791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113416336369554791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113416336369554791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/12/amazing.html' title='amazing'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-113198830466764888</id><published>2005-11-14T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:11:44.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it takes doing something &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; stupid, to realize what you have. Things are hard, but that's life. Because, the people who really matter won't go anywhere even if you try to push them away. I'm glad they didn't go anywhere. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-113198830466764888?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/113198830466764888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=113198830466764888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113198830466764888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113198830466764888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-113155909944255269</id><published>2005-11-09T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:58:19.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>I'm confuised. I'm really confuised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-113155909944255269?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/113155909944255269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=113155909944255269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113155909944255269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/113155909944255269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/11/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112982241194837338</id><published>2005-10-20T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:33:31.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>The cool thing about sisters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's fine in like, an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "I love my shirt"--Donovan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112982241194837338?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112982241194837338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112982241194837338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112982241194837338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112982241194837338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/10/sisters_20.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112968197748131700</id><published>2005-10-18T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:32:57.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sisters</title><content type='html'>overall, they're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but man can they be bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112968197748131700?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112968197748131700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112968197748131700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112968197748131700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112968197748131700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/10/sisters.html' title='sisters'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112964938799672027</id><published>2005-10-18T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:29:48.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dreams are a funny thing. The more we seem to &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to persue them, the more complications get thrown in the way, and the more obstacles we need to cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Almost stessful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll jump off that bridge when I get to it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the day: 20th Century Music baby!: "Symphony No. 5, Op. 100, 2nd Mvt."--Prokofiev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112964938799672027?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112964938799672027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112964938799672027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112964938799672027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112964938799672027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112823386820481787</id><published>2005-10-01T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:17:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my pretty saturn is no more. sadness. looking for a car i can afford/pay back without too much pain sucks. rather depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months with Skyler tomorrow. Thats very cool. He's sweet. Makes up for the car. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "The Scientist"--Coldplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112823386820481787?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112823386820481787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112823386820481787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112823386820481787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112823386820481787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-pretty-saturn-is-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112657135037685387</id><published>2005-09-12T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:29:10.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year II</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow. See everyone in December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112657135037685387?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112657135037685387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112657135037685387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112657135037685387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112657135037685387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/09/year-ii.html' title='Year II'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112579619653290084</id><published>2005-09-03T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:09:56.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap!</title><content type='html'>Its scary to trust someone. Even when you KNOW you can trust them. There's that small fear inside telling you not to jump because there might not be something nice to break your fall on. haha. life is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "Don't Change Your Plans For Me"--Ben Folds Five&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112579619653290084?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112579619653290084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112579619653290084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112579619653290084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112579619653290084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/09/leap.html' title='Leap!'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112543474421019798</id><published>2005-08-30T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:45:44.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112543474421019798?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112543474421019798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112543474421019798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112543474421019798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112543474421019798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112378470065053807</id><published>2005-08-11T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:25:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are good. Really good. Better than good. I must have done something amazing in a past life. I'm happy. Genuinally happy. I really have nothing to complain about--besides regular annoyances of course =)--because things are good. The only thing I'm worried about is that I'll wake up and nothing will be this good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the day: "Dancing Through Life"--Wicked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112378470065053807?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112378470065053807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112378470065053807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112378470065053807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112378470065053807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/08/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112233180478007686</id><published>2005-07-25T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T15:50:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>break away</title><content type='html'>i love writing in the whole "journal" sence, but you still hold things back from yourself, and i think thats odd. there are so many things i want to say to people, that have been bothering me. but im too scared, or just plain annoyed to deal with them. i start to think that i need to make a move to deal with things, but at the same time become to blatently angry with them that they dont even know about, which makes me even more angry. its like people wan to be noticed, yet be left completly alone. the more i go out and just hang out with some people, the more i want nothing more than to reside safely and quietly in my room with nothing but my books and guitar to console me along with my memories. i want a fresh start along with a fresh me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "You Got Me All Wrong"--Dios Malos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112233180478007686?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112233180478007686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112233180478007686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112233180478007686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112233180478007686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/07/break-away.html' title='break away'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112192112746851964</id><published>2005-07-20T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:45:27.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all good =)</title><content type='html'>Things have been going pretty good. Really good talks with some AMAZING friends, and the car's all fixed, NY was awesome, Wicked and Disneyland were soooooo much fun, the car's fixed and happy only now needing an oil change. the only minor concern is work, just the fact that its work. oh and on sunday i open....ive never open and ran the board when its been busy, so we'll just see how that actually goes. =0 ive been trying to relax and take it easy, but even doing that i still manage to go out....today was the first day in forever i actually stayed at home the ENTIRE day....I have no idea how i managed that. But the next 6 days or so i should be out being a hostess, so no time to rest there. but for the first time in awhile, i feel generally alright with things. almost peacefull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day: "Seasons of Love"--Rent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112192112746851964?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112192112746851964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112192112746851964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112192112746851964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112192112746851964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s all good =)'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-112011176290455145</id><published>2005-06-29T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:09:22.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you do your best. love your friends through their faults, insecurities, the words you wish they'd say, and the words you wish you could come to say to them. sometimes i just wish that people felt as comfortable with me and i would like them to be and be able to talk to me about anything and everything they need to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i love hanging out with people, and after spending 6 straight days with them, having a day of downtime is almost depressing in a way, yet so needed and just....nice. So now I do believe its time for some Oscar Wilde quotes, which always seem good during a reflective mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"A true friend stabs you in the front"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Hatred is blind, as well as love. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"If one plays good music, people don't listen and if one plays bad music people don't talk. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I can resist everyhing but temptation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Currently Watching: "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NYC update after trip to LA with Bill. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-112011176290455145?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/112011176290455145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=112011176290455145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112011176290455145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/112011176290455145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-do-your-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111924590149089332</id><published>2005-06-19T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:38:21.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of Late</title><content type='html'>Nothing too great to say. Except that I'm going to NY on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; baby!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ye-ah! Much excited am I. Grandmommy leaves at an ungodly hour of 5am Tuesday morn, and E-Bar, if you will, officially opens its grand door tomorrow at 11. Tho I have to take a food test from 9-10 and don't start work till 10:45, hmmmm. Lets think this over people. And we have another rehearsal for NY tomorrow evening that I cant go to all of it, probably the 2nd half. Weeee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday makes up for anything that's gone wrong lately or in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my evening with the delightful Sara's after attending Leanne's 20th birthday bash. Kean and I didn't really know what to do, so we went to Starbucks on Rosedale and passed by Rubios and saw Stien working! So we visited and awaited closing time for Stien. In the meantime, Kean and I realized we have a digital camera at our disposal. Let the fun begin! When Stien got off work we took the most random pictures in the parking lot of Starbucks, which progressed to Liberty Park and back at Starbucks at 2 in the morning for Stien and me to get our cars, which we were proceeded to be kicked out of the parking lot by a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; threatening rent-a-cop on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can amuse yourself with anything. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "Hoops I did it again"--Reliant K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111924590149089332?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111924590149089332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111924590149089332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111924590149089332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111924590149089332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-of-late.html' title='As of Late'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111860853078409939</id><published>2005-06-12T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T13:35:30.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Best Friend Anyone Could Possibly Have</title><content type='html'>It's actually hitting me. Emily leaves Wednesday. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I cant believe it's already here. 9 years of living next door to her, going on walks around the neighborhood that would last for hours, or sitting in my car at midnight just talking for hours about anything and everything. 9 years of harassing each other, laughing at each other, and confiding in each other. She's the only person i know that we can spend weeks apart--if we cant help it--and when we get back together again it's like no time has passed at all. Everythings just the same. Shes one of the funniest people I know, and &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; fails to pick me up when I'm down, or just make me laugh when I really dont want to. There's no one in this world like her, and she's going to Utah. I hope she loves it. I know she'll love it, and its not like shes going to forget about me or anything, but i dont want her to go. Shes one of those handful of people that change your life forever. I cant imagine the past 9 years without her. I dont know what I would have done without her. Now I dont know what I'm going to do. Shes just the kind of person that people are lucky they get to meet. I love you Emily, and man alive and I going to miss you. Thank you for being the best friend anyone could possibly have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111860853078409939?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111860853078409939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111860853078409939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111860853078409939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111860853078409939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-best-friend-anyone-could-possibly.html' title='To the Best Friend Anyone Could Possibly Have'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111843972568973131</id><published>2005-06-10T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:42:05.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*0 days: School's Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*5 days till Em leaves for BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*12 days till NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*14 days till Avenue Q!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*25 days till Brina's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*32 days till Em's 18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*39 days till Wicked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*40 days till Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*81 days till my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111843972568973131?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111843972568973131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111843972568973131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111843972568973131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111843972568973131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111843913807505412</id><published>2005-06-10T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:33:08.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;School is OUT!!!! Ye-Ah! Big weight off the shoulders. Holy cow am i excited. *musical Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yay!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111843913807505412?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111843913807505412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111843913807505412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111843913807505412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111843913807505412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/06/whooooooo.html' title='Whooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111803523119909704</id><published>2005-06-05T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:20:31.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>It's finals week! Ahhhh! Sending in my postponment for jury duty tomorrow. heh, its "due" tomorrow. Apparently I have to give it to them, so none of this postmarked business, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; fax it, so thatll be my early morning project. I also get to go to E-bar and have a delightfull little chat with them about my schedule the next couple of weeks, hope they dont hate me! (i told them about NY and LA when they hired me, so they cant be angry! i hope....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice is shot. After juries im not singing/talking for a while. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy end of school!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111803523119909704?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111803523119909704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111803523119909704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111803523119909704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111803523119909704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/06/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111777598246764837</id><published>2005-06-02T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:19:42.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit</title><content type='html'>haha. i totally quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111777598246764837?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111777598246764837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111777598246764837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111777598246764837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111777598246764837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/06/quit.html' title='Quit'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111759411366684765</id><published>2005-05-31T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:03:33.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Nothing Really You Can Do....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really hate not knowing what to do or how to deal with certain situations, while all along youre making the entire ordeal far too complicated than it ever needs to possibly be. Should I really bring certain subjects up and into the present which have been lately almost forgotten to the past minus the few who still keep it fresh in their mind almost everyday, and those to which it pains them to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones been so high strung the past couple of months, i dont really know how to react to some people now, and conversation that has occured so simply and freely in the past is now almost awkward and strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from people. Just a break where i dont really see anyone, but sit in the park under the shade of an old tree and quietly read and watch the kids play on the tire swing, completly enjoing life without a single care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finals my friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At least I still have friends who take my mind off of things just by being their wonderful selves. If I haven't told you lately how fantastic you are, I'm sorry. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Song of the day: "Get me away from here, I'm dyin"--Belle and Sebastion&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh! get me away from here I’m dying&lt;br /&gt;Play me a song to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Nobody writes them like they used to&lt;br /&gt;So it may as well be me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111759411366684765?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111759411366684765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111759411366684765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111759411366684765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111759411366684765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/theres-nothing-really-you-can-do.html' title='There&apos;s Nothing Really You Can Do....'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111759339793314285</id><published>2005-05-31T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:36:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/reflection.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/reflection.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sara and me in our Riviara costumes. just plain cool&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111759339793314285?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111759339793314285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111759339793314285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111759339793314285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111759339793314285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/sara-and-me-in-our-riviara-costumes.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111735344240955455</id><published>2005-05-29T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:57:54.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Play</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the last showing of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I'm sad it's going to be over. It's been so much fun being in a play again, and making so many new friends that never fail to make me laugh until my sides ache. But all good things must come to an end, so I'm just really glad it was a good run. But tomorrow we have to strike the set. Ouy. That should be a fun loooooong job. We never actually get to leave is what im figuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xnickishotter.diaryx.com"&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I went for a walk yesterday, and he cleared some things up that had been bothering the both of us, so that was really nice. There's nothing like taking a walk with an old friend. It's just so comforting, and I'm so thrilled things are continuously improving between us. As corny as it sounds, its almost like visiting the past when we hang out, when everything was so tra-la-laish, and just really nice. I wish you could talk to everyone just like you would an old friend since Jr. High. No awkward pauses, or thoughts of what to say. I just wish that sometimes we had more one on one time together, but that's ok. Were both freakishly busy when the other one is free, like it seems to be for everyone I know, so its alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one in the morning, so I'm off to bed. Sleep tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "sortir la musique: a movement in Eb minor"--Lost Ocean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111735344240955455?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111735344240955455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111735344240955455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111735344240955455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111735344240955455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/play.html' title='The Play'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111708963108244534</id><published>2005-05-25T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:47:10.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats that? Time for another countdown?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 days till "The Boyfriend" is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4 days till Disneyland/Alaskan Matt comes to Bako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8 days till &lt;a href="http://www.ladivaj.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jenny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8 days till Disneyland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9 days till a stats test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;13 days till juries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;15 days till stats final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16 days till end of finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;22 days till &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=6272262&amp;amp;Mytoken=20050525234406"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; leaves for BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;28 days till NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;30 days till Avenue Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;37 days till &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/sabrinao"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brina's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;45 days till Em's 18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;52 days till Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;94 days till i'm 19!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;118 days till &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sara's&lt;/span&gt; birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111708963108244534?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111708963108244534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111708963108244534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111708963108244534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111708963108244534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-that-time-for-another-countdown.html' title='Whats that? Time for another countdown?...'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111708885114439520</id><published>2005-05-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:27:31.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love my dog. So at like 11 when i decide to go outside and strum my little guitar hes right there at my feet. its comforting. its just nice how loved animals can make you feel ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111708885114439520?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111708885114439520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111708885114439520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111708885114439520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111708885114439520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-dog.html' title='my dog'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111702543456364539</id><published>2005-05-25T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:42:29.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D for Depressed!</title><content type='html'>I was telling Sabrina about my latest "woe is me" stories, and she said, very cheerfully, "D for Depressed!" I twas cute, and i couldnt really help but laugh. Thanks &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/sabrinao"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm getting a D in stats, and i thought i knew what was going on. Now if the professor curved id be sitting pretty with a C, but the bastard doesnt, so if im going to have to take again, im thinking, why even bother? everythings just so stressfull right now, i swear id cry at the drop of a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the family" seems to be stagnating. right when things are going better they turn for the worst, and vice versa, so im not really sure what to do about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant get my mind off stats. i wouldnt mind taking the class again (tho what if i dont pass then too? how dumb am i?) except for the stupid labs. 2 1/2 hours of crap to waste your freakin time. let there be a miricle and give me a C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111702543456364539?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111702543456364539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111702543456364539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111702543456364539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111702543456364539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/d-for-depressed.html' title='D for Depressed!'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111671579495173920</id><published>2005-05-21T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T15:49:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right This Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who-hoo! I'm a hostess at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elephantbar.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Elephant Bar Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had my "final interview" today, and they hired me on the spot. yay! I go in on Thursday to get a shirt/nametag, and orentation is tentivily June 4th, if the building stays on schedule and whatnot. And then, I'm a working gal. And i'll have, do I dare say it? Money? I'm excited. The manager, Randy, said that if i learn the menu and whatnot, that probably a few weeks after opening they have spots open up of people that didnt work out, and i can try for waiter. Too cool. So thats my good news of the day. Go team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "Be Our Guest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111671579495173920?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111671579495173920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111671579495173920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111671579495173920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111671579495173920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/right-this-way.html' title='Right This Way'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111621559158212880</id><published>2005-05-15T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:54:09.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To cure the soul by means of the sences, and the sences by means of the soul"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Passion makes one think in a circle"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111621559158212880?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111621559158212880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111621559158212880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111621559158212880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111621559158212880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-is-confession-not-priest-that-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111612334141761546</id><published>2005-05-14T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T19:15:41.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>I just love it how everytime dad gets into a mood, im the one he takes it out on. Like the dog getting some trash out of the trashcan was my fault, and taking a couple of his chocolate chips just set off a whole yelling argument, and apparently i say things and dont know i said them, because the words he puts into my mouth is another 20 minutes of yelling, and him stomping off to bed because i did something absolutly horrible to him. homes been really fun the last month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111612334141761546?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111612334141761546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111612334141761546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111612334141761546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111612334141761546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111593639667282611</id><published>2005-05-12T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T15:19:56.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview II</title><content type='html'>ok. so the interview went alright. I have a "final interview" sat. 21 at 1030. Eeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111593639667282611?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111593639667282611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111593639667282611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111593639667282611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111593639667282611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/interview-ii.html' title='Interview II'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111591162134899507</id><published>2005-05-12T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:27:01.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>I have an interview this morning for Elephaunt Bar and Restaurant. Ahhhhh! I just hope they think I'm absolutly fabulous and better than everone else. =) So I'm a little nervous. I really need this job, so fingers crossed! So later I'll either be in a hopefull mood, or really depressed and boycotting the restaurant. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111591162134899507?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111591162134899507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111591162134899507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111591162134899507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111591162134899507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111579184677373620</id><published>2005-05-10T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:10:46.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The coocoo clock is back up and working in the house. Every half hour. Just taunting me the past week of my insomnia. So here is the song of every day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Barenaked Ladies: "Who Needs Sleep?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now I lay me down not to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just get tangled in the sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I swim in sweat three inches deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just lay back and claim defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chapter read and lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I turned the lights off while she burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So while she's three hundred degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I throw the sheets off and I freeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lids down, I count sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I count heartbeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The only thing that counts is that I won't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I countdown, I look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(well you're never gonna get it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(tell me what's that for)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(be happy with what you're getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's a guy who's been awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;since the Second World War)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My hands are locked up tight in fists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My mind is racing filled with lists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;of things to do and things I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another sleepless night's begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's so much joy in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;so many pleasures all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But the pleasure of insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;is one I've never found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;With all life has to offer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's so much to be enjoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But the pleasures of insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;are ones I can't avoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111579184677373620?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111579184677373620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111579184677373620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111579184677373620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111579184677373620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/coocoo-clock-is-back-up-and-working-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111560390395302463</id><published>2005-05-08T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T18:59:42.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that I'm counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*2 days till a stats test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*6 days till Colin's CD drops. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*7 days till the choir's car wash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*11 days till The Boyfriend opens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*14 days till voice recital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*21 days till Disneyland Matt comes down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*21 days till The Boyfriend is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*25 days till Jenny's Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*30 days till voice juries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*33 days till last possible final date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*39 days till Emily leaves for BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*42 days till Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*45 days till NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*62 days till Emily's 18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*69 days till Jenny and I see Wicked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*105 days till im 19!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Song of the day: "Do you Wanna Dance?"--Beach Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111560390395302463?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111560390395302463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111560390395302463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111560390395302463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111560390395302463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-that-im-counting.html' title='Not that I&apos;m counting....'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111540929401475125</id><published>2005-05-06T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:54:54.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>I'd rather look cute and have no one see me than to look horrible and run into everyone. lol. i hate having a good hair day and not feeling good enough to leave the house. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111540929401475125?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111540929401475125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111540929401475125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111540929401475125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111540929401475125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111525139982309646</id><published>2005-05-04T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:03:19.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes</title><content type='html'>I think theres something wrong with my right eye. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111525139982309646?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111525139982309646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111525139982309646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111525139982309646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111525139982309646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/eyes.html' title='eyes'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111517131527586213</id><published>2005-05-03T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:48:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>so....tired....brain fried.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111517131527586213?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111517131527586213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111517131527586213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111517131527586213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111517131527586213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/05/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111485089710219942</id><published>2005-04-30T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T01:50:10.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Once in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It feels pretty good to be able to say with the upmost confidence and clarity, "I don't need you anymore." To realize that someone that you so heavily relied on once in your life, is just kinda "there" now and you're ok with that. And that you almost feel like a fool for trying to keep something alive that was dying. Its not that I don't care, I think I always will, but it no longer bothers me. It hasn't for some time, but I think I'm just now coming into realization of the matter. Maybe that's because its 2 in the morning. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw a friend from high school I haven't seen since my sophomore year, and it was strange. I felt so much more grown-up, and I that I didn't need their approval or opinion. Its just the age old saying, I wish I knew then what I know now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid of ourselves."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The basis of optimism is sheer terror."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the day: "Concerto for Mandolin and Orchestra in C Major"--Antonio Vivaldi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111485089710219942?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111485089710219942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111485089710219942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111485089710219942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111485089710219942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-once-in-my-life.html' title='For Once in My Life'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111457924432747883</id><published>2005-04-26T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:20:44.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory</title><content type='html'>Right now, theory is NOT my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111457924432747883?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111457924432747883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111457924432747883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111457924432747883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111457924432747883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/04/theory.html' title='Theory'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111438479535715159</id><published>2005-04-24T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:19:55.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did, Didn't I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm glad I did what I did. But at the same thime, I'm a little sad I didn't do what I didn't. Does that make any kind of sence? I don't know if I would do it differently if given the chance, and maybe everything's for the better having done what I did. What would I be thinking if things had been different? I don't want the chance again, but then maybe I do? I really don't know what to think. But what I did was what I should have done. What I really need is 20/20 hindsight. Before. If something is supposed to happen, it will, regardless of how you try to change it. No regrets. Cuz you can't change the past, only fix the present and move on. So, i just have to fix it. Usually rationalizing makes me feel better. I'm not really sure if this is going anywhere. That being said, I did what I did. Things should work out. They always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;"There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;"I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;"To be in love is to surpass one's self."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;"The only way to get rid of a temptation it to yeild to it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111438479535715159?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111438479535715159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111438479535715159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111438479535715159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111438479535715159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-did-didnt-i.html' title='I Did, Didn&apos;t I?'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111371940490503950</id><published>2005-04-16T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:30:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delightful Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This morning I had a delightful breakfast with Miss Jennifer Schniepp at Coco's. I had never been there before and I was quite a treat. Jenny had a custom made omelet and I had my patented biscuits and gravy. We both enjoyed the delicious strawberry coffee cake, which was divine. She regaled me with tales of her past evenings and the mole which has decided to take residence on her property. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I came home, took a little nap after doing some tedious work, and felt the earthquake! There was an earquake somewhere near--according to dear old dad--which was a lot better than me thinking i was really sleep deprived or just plain out ot it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Since Mom was stil gone on her school...thing....so Dad made steaks, and we had ice-cream. Yum. I did some stats homework, and theory, and I feel pretty good about the work load for the weekend. Not so overwhelmed. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lately things have been deliriously good, so today's song is "De-Lovely," from Anything Goes. (Jenny, u proud of me? Musical!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;De-Lovely:  "It's delightful, it's delicious, It's delectable, it's delirious, It's dilemma, it's delimit, it's deluxe, It's de-lovely"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111371940490503950?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111371940490503950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111371940490503950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111371940490503950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111371940490503950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/04/delightful-morning.html' title='Delightful Morning'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111363030081558114</id><published>2005-04-15T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:45:00.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;My cat, Sweetie 15, 16 this July, is awesome, but weird. This morning I wake up and she's sitting in the bathtub, no rhyme or reason. And this evening when I got home, Carol was looking in the bushes for her. She's an indoor cat, rarely gracing the great outdoors with her presence. Usually when she goes out, my other cat Fudge "babysits" her, but tonight he went inside when Carol called them for their little dinner. We finally found Sweetie in the bushes on the edge of our house, looking rather "freaked out" and not really moving. I went to pick her up, and her little heart was beating so fast and when she saw the front door, she scrambled to get into the house. I think she got lost is the tundra that is the front yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111363030081558114?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111363030081558114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111363030081558114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111363030081558114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111363030081558114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-cat.html' title='My Cat'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111352124738363140</id><published>2005-04-14T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:27:27.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am never having kids. Or becoming a chauffeur. Either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111352124738363140?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111352124738363140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111352124738363140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111352124738363140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111352124738363140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/04/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111311048484451720</id><published>2005-04-09T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:21:24.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, i forgot to turn off my internet today, mainly because within 10 minutes it shuts off on its own anyway, so no big deal. A few hours later, it's still on!!!!! I think it stayed on to spite me. But when i want to get something done.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111311048484451720?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111311048484451720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111311048484451720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111311048484451720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111311048484451720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/04/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111308835400925934</id><published>2005-04-09T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T16:12:34.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"that person"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It doesn't really seem to metter how hard you try, what you say, or what you do, you're never "that person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the day: "Something Pretty"--Partick Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am, where I’ve been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my clothes are worn &amp; gritty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know ugliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now show me something pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And too much weight for walking shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;could have died from being boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She greets me every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the most I’m a glare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m the open sign that’s always busted.I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111308835400925934?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111308835400925934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111308835400925934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111308835400925934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111308835400925934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/04/that-person.html' title='&quot;that person&quot;'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111300603052676147</id><published>2005-04-08T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T17:25:28.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week....not so bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man this week was actually, dare i say it? Really good. In theory, I understood everything, actually did the homework thoroughly , freakin rocked my theory skills test, less auralia, but still better than in the past. Play rehearsals were fun, I love doing the play with Sara! It's like highschool but mucho better. Sara freakin rocks, just so you people know. =) Stats is a waste of my time, but whatever. Carol's gone through Sunday/Mon for some geology conference in St. Louis, and once i slept for more than 4 hours a night, I felt pretty good! =) BTW, Red Bull sucks. No bueno.( It does not infact give you wings.) Emily came back from Utah, man that was a sad 4 days! So i've decided she cant go off to BYU. I think everyone will be ok with that, so no problems. =) And now......THE WEEKEND! I have no plans, so call me up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later dayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Song of the now: "Popular Mechanics for Lovers"--Beulah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111300603052676147?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111300603052676147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111300603052676147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111300603052676147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111300603052676147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-weeknot-so-bad.html' title='This week....not so bad'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111232501825749804</id><published>2005-03-31T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:10:18.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/me%20and%20em.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/me%20and%20em.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Em at the mall =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111232501825749804?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111232501825749804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111232501825749804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111232501825749804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111232501825749804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-and-em-at-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111233626093810490</id><published>2005-03-31T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:42:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceaser Chaves Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No school today! Yay! It was sOoOoOoOoOoOoO nice. &lt;a href="http://ladivaj.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://theeric-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/sabrinao"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Brina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jon &lt;/span&gt;went to Disneyland. It's a good thing they did, because I really dont think that they all go quite enough, you know? Simutaniously, Amanada and Jeff went to Disneyland too, and with all the people at the parks, they ran into each other. How great is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jon and Eric's voice messages were great. Clever. They get gold stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I took Emily out for lunch at Akira. It was "outrageous." haha. And, Mmmmmmm. so good. She's been having a hard time at home, so i figured that missing some school and eating at one of her fave restaurants was just what she needed. It was a lot of fun, and i got some new sunglasses since i lost mine at Disneyland last week. =(. But these are pretty cute, and should shield the sun and whatnot, so mission accomplished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tomorrow's FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay Fridays. I think tomorrow mom and I might just rent Finding Neverland and shes been wanting to go and see Major League Improv, so we might do that on sat. Should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nickishotter.diaryx.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got a new truck! It's pretty, and HUGE! Its like a minivan and a truck put together. Its really cool equipped with dvd players, sunroof, and the back seats can fold down for the bed. He came by around 930 to show me and emily, and then the three of us went out for ice-cream. Just like old times. =) It was really fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Song of the day: "Golden Years" David Bowie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ps. i love how Fudgiecant really sleep without me, and creats a fus. its things like that that make you feel loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111233626093810490?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111233626093810490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111233626093810490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111233626093810490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111233626093810490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/ceaser-chaves-day.html' title='Ceaser Chaves Day'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111216567759827017</id><published>2005-03-29T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T17:32:26.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Right now i have 20 units. I think I'm gonna drop my phil. and logic class and have 15! Who-hoo! So I'll have theory, stats, choir, voice, theory skills, the play, and i might sign up for the other unit in choir, so ill have 16. Cuz i know myself, and if i keep phil and logic--which is homework CRAZY, plus the work for theory and stats with the play, I'm going to drive myself insane, be no fun to be around, and will constantly be "freaking out." And who really wants that? I don't. I really want to do better in theory this quarter, and doug's going to be teaching it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last night:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; DENNYS! It was SO much fun. There was&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/sabrinao"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ladivaj.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://theeric-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eric,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jaci&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/louer/"&gt;Bill&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So great. I was late due to play rehursal, so by the time i got there, i had 14 new voice messages and 5 text messages from everyone. They were racing who could get to my voice mail first, and passing their phones around so everyone would call. I saved some of the more intresting ones. Some of them though they were all laughing too loud and hard for me to actually hear anything! haha. Good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The dance practice tonight was really cute. Its going to be so much fun doing the musical, and i love being part of the chours. Not as much stress, and its just so happy-go-lucky. And i get to be with Miss Sara Kean--just like Anything Goes!--so its going to be a good stress releaver with the dancing we should be doing. Go team! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And dont forget people, you are always more than welcome to help me get a job! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Song of the day: "Sweetist Thing"--U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111216567759827017?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111216567759827017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111216567759827017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111216567759827017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111216567759827017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/3rd-quarter.html' title='3rd Quarter'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111188183018217694</id><published>2005-03-26T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:03:50.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame Emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://uberem.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has a little blog now too! They're taking over! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, &lt;a href="http://uberem.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Makalah, and I went to&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theeric-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eric's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; restaurant last night. It was fun! Except for when I got up to go to the bathroom, and Emily and Makalah put tabasco sause in my ICE TEA! It was discusting, and they &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; i cant take spicy things! Agh! Eric was just walking by and laughing the entire time, and when he went to give me my new and improved ice tea, he was backing away from me. man, if it wasnt such a good burn, id be so mad at them. =) Gotta apprecitate a good burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Em, Makalah, and I went back to my house and dyed emily's hair! Now we're brunetts together! We've always gotten asked by ppl if we're sisters, and now thatll probably be furthered. haha. Then Em spent the night, kinda an improv sleepover. it was fun! We sat up talking till about 2 in the morning about this and that, and just everything. it was awesome. Im going to miss being able to do that SOOOOOOOOOOOO much when she goes to BYU. I just love sitting in my car for hours at night infront of our houses, and talking. Then deciding we need a comfertable, and go and stretch out on the hood of the car, leaning against the winshield looking at the stars. You cant do that with just anyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then so far today, i've bought my books for school, ate at California Pizza Kitchen with Em and Sara, cleaned, mowed the yard, and now im here. lol. i still need to straighten up my room so it can be pleasent to be in when the quarter starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the quarter:&lt;br /&gt;MWF: 930-330&lt;br /&gt;T: 1030-330&lt;br /&gt;TH: 1030-1230&lt;br /&gt;Play rehursal...whatever evenings i have to show up. Go chours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: Amanda's par-tay. Suprise guest appearences?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "Low Rider"--War&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111188183018217694?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111188183018217694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111188183018217694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111188183018217694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111188183018217694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/blame-emily.html' title='Blame Emily'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111182685205942475</id><published>2005-03-26T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:47:32.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/2005_0323Misc20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/2005_0323Misc20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. now....im a brunette =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111182685205942475?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111182685205942475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111182685205942475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111182685205942475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111182685205942475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111170200764122252</id><published>2005-03-24T13:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:13:43.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearly Canadian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Strawberry Melon &lt;strong&gt;Clearly Canadian &lt;/strong&gt;sparkling water beverage with natural strawberry + melon flavour &lt;strong&gt;no preservatives&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not exactly the best drink in the world, but they had me at "Clearly Candaian," eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*The last 4+ hours ppl have been pounding holes in the walls of my house to fix the pluming in the parentals bathroom. No water in the house. Weeeee. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Lunch with Dad today, it was awesome. He tells horrible jokes, yet thinks mine are bad, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Disneyland. Yeah, it was magical. =) Got hit with a penny. &lt;a href="http://theeric-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eric &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thought it was hilarious.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladivaj.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went into so much detail about the trip, its crazy. Meagan rocks. Gets us into the park, has a fun "Disneyland voice," gets us cool passes to rides--we avoided SOOOOOOOO many lines, it was awesome--got to see Fantasmic-so amazing!-and yeah. good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Gilmore Girl fest with SARA KEAN! It was awesome. Got to see Lora's baby, Mark. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO sweet. Aw, she has the cutest baby ever. Sara was in heaven holding that little boy, shes going to be such a good mom. I cant believe that one of us has a baby, but awwww he squeeks and winneys like a horse. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Went to the mall with Em looking for random things. found stuff that amused us, but nothing enough to buy. Went to Claudia's house and watched &lt;em&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/em&gt;. I love that movie. Steve the Pirate! Beth, Daniell, Claudia's sister, and Charlene were there. After the movie Charlene, Emily, and I came back to my house and hung out for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Currently Downloading "Rockin' the Suburbs"--Ben Folds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111170200764122252?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111170200764122252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111170200764122252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111170200764122252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111170200764122252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/clearly-canadian.html' title='Clearly Canadian'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111126016761570745</id><published>2005-03-19T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T11:22:47.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThInGs To CeLeBrAtE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;FINALS ARE OVER!&lt;/u&gt;  Who-hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2)Ice Cream Yesterday to celebrate with "the gals"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3)SPRING BREAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4) *drumroll please* DISNEYLAND in ONE, count them! ONE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS   =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111126016761570745?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111126016761570745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111126016761570745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111126016761570745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111126016761570745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-to-celebrate.html' title='ThInGs To CeLeBrAtE!'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111103843523607193</id><published>2005-03-16T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:48:40.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CaNt CoNcEnTrAtE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I cannot concentrate on studying! Ive been over the anthropology study guide, what we went over in class about it, and i think im ok from that, i dont know where the actual study guide went.......and as concerned i am about my classes, i just want to put this whole quarter behind me. It just wasnt really a good one. So many unexpected things kept on getting thrown at me that i havent really had to deal with before. i dont really know how well ive done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Stil Fighting It"--Ben Folds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;good morning son&lt;br /&gt;i am a bird&lt;br /&gt;wearing a brown polyester shirt&lt;br /&gt;you want a coke?&lt;br /&gt;maybe some fries?&lt;br /&gt;the roast beef combo's only nine ninety five&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to pay&lt;br /&gt;i've got all the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to grow up&lt;br /&gt;but everybody does&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird to be back here&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what&lt;br /&gt;the years go on and&lt;br /&gt;we're still fighting it&lt;br /&gt;and you're so much like me&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning son&lt;br /&gt;twenty years from now&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll both sit down&lt;br /&gt;and have a few beers&lt;br /&gt;and i can tell&lt;br /&gt;you about today&lt;br /&gt;and how i picked you up&lt;br /&gt;and everything changed&lt;br /&gt;it was pain&lt;br /&gt;sunny days and rain&lt;br /&gt;i knew you'd feel the same things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and everybody does&lt;br /&gt;and so weird to be back here&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what&lt;br /&gt;the years go on and&lt;br /&gt;we're still fighting it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll try and try&lt;br /&gt;and one day you'll fly&lt;br /&gt;away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pain&lt;br /&gt;sunny days and rain&lt;br /&gt;i knew you'd feel the same things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and everybody does&lt;br /&gt;and so weird to be back here&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what&lt;br /&gt;the years go on and&lt;br /&gt;we're still fighting it&lt;br /&gt;and you're so much like me&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111103843523607193?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111103843523607193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111103843523607193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111103843523607193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111103843523607193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/cant-concentrate.html' title='CaNt CoNcEnTrAtE'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111103037524113153</id><published>2005-03-16T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:32:55.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Finals: &lt;/u&gt;2 down....2 to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111103037524113153?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111103037524113153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111103037524113153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111103037524113153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111103037524113153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/finals-2-down_111103037524113153.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111095690832371718</id><published>2005-03-15T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:08:28.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Jo</title><content type='html'>"Mary Jo"--Belle and Sebastion. Great song. Everyone should listen to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111095690832371718?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111095690832371718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111095690832371718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111095690832371718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111095690832371718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/mary-jo.html' title='Mary Jo'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111092822464127141</id><published>2005-03-15T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:10:24.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...yeah</title><content type='html'>Finals are going to be the death of me. It's just too much. Juries are over with, and i think i did ok, geology.....i cant remember the stupid terms, and then theres the ppr i have to finish by tomorrow for the lab for extra credit--which i need--then anthropology which i have barely started to study, then theory which i havent gone over yet, but weve been doing everything so i think ill be ok, and then theres the chord skeleton i have to add a WHOLE bunch of crap too, and on the plus side im going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...theres some stuff i just cant seem to work out. Talk to everyone friday when hell week is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the week: "Sometimes"--Ours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111092822464127141?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111092822464127141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111092822464127141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111092822464127141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111092822464127141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/soyeah.html' title='So...yeah'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111078039879352050</id><published>2005-03-13T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:06:38.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choir concert tonight. It went pretty well, and was acutally kinda fun. =) My solo went alright. Hey, i didnt pass out or anything so I guess that means it was good. lol. Emily Kinney, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladivaj.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jenny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, and the rents came, it was cool. Then after the concert, we went to &lt;em&gt;Wood'ys&lt;/em&gt;. It was a lot of fun. Emily joined us, that was fun. =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final's week. Goes a little something like this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Monday: jury practice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Tuesday: juries-1:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Wednesday: Geology Final/Extra Credit Ppr Due&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Thursday: Anthropology Final&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Friday: Theory II Final/Chord Skeleton Due&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the day: "Champagne Supernova"--Oasis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111078039879352050?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111078039879352050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111078039879352050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111078039879352050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111078039879352050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/313.html' title='3/13'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111051761829653755</id><published>2005-03-10T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:06:58.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/group shot.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/group shot.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. group shot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111051761829653755?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111051761829653755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111051761829653755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111051761829653755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111051761829653755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-111049117456719434</id><published>2005-03-10T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T13:46:14.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;9 days until Spring Break, Yay Spring Break. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-111049117456719434?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/111049117456719434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=111049117456719434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111049117456719434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/111049117456719434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/9-days-until-spring-break-yay-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110998196274473424</id><published>2005-03-04T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:19:22.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thunderstorm today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was AWESOME! There was thunder and lightning in BAKERSFIELD! It was so great. Puddles and everything. I love the rain!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Song of the day: "It's raining, its pouring, the old man in snooring!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110998196274473424?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110998196274473424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110998196274473424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110998196274473424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110998196274473424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/rain.html' title='RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110988157969830606</id><published>2005-03-03T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:52:39.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>i got sick again. the last couple of weeks of sick-freeness was awesome. Now all i want to do is sleep, haha. not such a bad idea. well, ive procrastionated long enough today. Ew. anyone wanna go to school for me for a while?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the now: "O cessate di piagarmi"--I have my songs for voice running through my head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110988157969830606?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110988157969830606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110988157969830606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110988157969830606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110988157969830606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/03/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110940049772860981</id><published>2005-02-25T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:49:15.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; Not so good. But the week turned around. Got nice hugs from people, ice cream with em, and deny's with Jenny and a cat goodie basket! School is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; Week started going pretty good. Harry Conning Jr. concert! For FREE! It was &lt;em&gt;awesome!&lt;/em&gt; Sara's dad had some extra tickets so Amanda, Lianne, Sara, and I went together. It was such a fun girls night out expecially for a Tuesday. He is so pretty, funny, and sooo talented. It was the best concert I had seen in a long time. the arena was packed. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; eh, same old, but better than monday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; Lora's baby shower. Can't get over that she's having a baby! Mark Dameon(sp) Ayala, due the 13th, or 8th if he doesnt turn. It was really good seeing her again. I cant wait to go and ooo and ahhh over the baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Yay for fridays! No skills test in theory, theory wasnt so bad, choir was kinda nice. Lianne is forever entertaining. Liberty's variety show! It was so cute. Tall Tommy practically blindsided me to say hi. that kid cracks me up. 2gether was the best show of the night. Some of the funniest girls ever lip syncing to "U + Me = Us (Calculus)"They went through all their characters, "the youngster," "the heart throb," etc. Soooo great. It was nice seeing Mr. Mac. I miss that old man. Overall, it was really cute and karaoke is always fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the now:&lt;/strong&gt; "A bushel and a peck"--guys and dolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110940049772860981?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110940049772860981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110940049772860981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110940049772860981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110940049772860981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/02/weekly-update.html' title='Weekly Update'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110905849304210955</id><published>2005-02-21T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:54:00.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Sucks To Be Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It sucks to me me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sucks to be you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sucks to be us, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not when we're together!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today sucked. Friends make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's days like these that you know who your real friends are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110905849304210955?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110905849304210955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110905849304210955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110905849304210955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110905849304210955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-sucks-to-be-me.html' title='It Sucks To Be Me'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110852858293829508</id><published>2005-02-15T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:36:22.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday was awesome. Happy Valentine's Day! There was no theory (WHO-HOO!) So eric and i went to lunch and went shopping, and he got flowers for all the girls. so sweet! haha. i was holding them in the car and i felt like miss america. *kiss, wave*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jenny and i went to Dennys, and Colin and Sylvia sang for us. It was awesome. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jenny didnt get the part for miss saigon---like she should have!!---So she's going to disneyland on friday, which my mother forbade me to go. im gonna cry. lol. im still sick, and i dont wanna get worse with finals in a couple of weeks. theorys gonna be lonely on friday. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, i think i had a relaspe in the health department, and today i felt horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Test in geology tomorrow. if i get a B, i will SO do the happy snoopy dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Song of the now: "No Day But Today"--Rent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I love you Jenny! --&gt;--&gt;@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110852858293829508?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110852858293829508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110852858293829508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110852858293829508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110852858293829508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110801535635652117</id><published>2005-02-09T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:02:57.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thera Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, trying to ward off this whole "cold" thing before it becomes serious, so Mom brought me home some theraflu stuff. Said it would help me sleep. What she meant to say was that it would take on the effect that sudafede(?) and tylonal does--drugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Good thing I dont have a midterm in anthropology tomorrow! lol. good thing i studied some monday--and i feel like i generally have a good grasp on this stuff. Yeah, I'm getting up an hour early tomorrow to really study. I'm not really concentrating. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladivaj.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I'm drunk lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But for the time being, ingredients in TheraFlu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Active Ingredients (in each packet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Acetanubophen 1000 mg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chlorpheniramine maleate 4 mg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dextromethorphan hydrobromide 30 mg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Psuedoephedrine hydrocloride 60 mg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who comes up with these names?! Honestly, people. If you cant say them, they shouldnt count!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Song of the now: "Moondance"--Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110801535635652117?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110801535635652117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110801535635652117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110801535635652117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110801535635652117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/02/thera-flu.html' title='Thera Flu'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110784017792301065</id><published>2005-02-07T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:22:57.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midterm in Anthro. on Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinship Paper in anthro. due Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing assign. in anthro. due Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midterm in Theory Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auraila test in theory friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda's Mardi Gras party Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denny's tonight--cancelled =( medicene to make you feel better, it lies.....--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Registered for Spring Classes....&lt;em&gt;"fun"&lt;/em&gt; load next quarter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V-day shopping Sat. (So excited!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladivaj.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; audition for Miss Saigon Sat!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Viewing of "The Notebook"--Yay Ryan Gosling!--Sun. along with V-day assembling, and dinner at Cindy's with &lt;a href="http://ladivaj.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Right now: sooooo tired. Almost feel asleep in geology a few times today. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really need to be studying for anthro and practicing for voice. Yeow. I need to de-stress. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Song of the now: "Can't Hurry Love"--The Supremes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110784017792301065?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110784017792301065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110784017792301065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110784017792301065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110784017792301065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-week.html' title='This Week:'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110771959576609173</id><published>2005-02-06T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T11:53:15.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have I mentioned as of late my immence annoyance/frusteration/general dislike of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Song of the day: "Wash that Man Right Out of my Hair"--South Pacific. Ah. Great Song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110771959576609173?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110771959576609173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110771959576609173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110771959576609173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110771959576609173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/02/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110758680070136471</id><published>2005-02-04T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:00:00.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/2005_0201disneyland20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/2005_0201disneyland20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Disneyland......&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110758680070136471?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110758680070136471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110758680070136471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110758680070136471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110758680070136471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-disneyland.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110704117788238256</id><published>2005-01-29T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:55:10.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dentist.....tomorrow....i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; the dentist. Cuz i just know they're going to want to do something to "fix" my teeth if you will. They feel fine....i hate the dentist. Dreading the stupid dentist........yeah. that's gonna be fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the day: "Dentist"--Little Shop of Horrors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110704117788238256?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110704117788238256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110704117788238256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110704117788238256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110704117788238256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/dentist.html' title='dentist'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110695643560080880</id><published>2005-01-28T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:53:55.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penut Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some days there's nothing better than penut butter on a spoon. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the day: "One Week"--Barenaked Ladies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110695643560080880?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110695643560080880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110695643560080880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110695643560080880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110695643560080880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/penut-butter.html' title='Penut Butter'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110671093877763300</id><published>2005-01-25T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:42:18.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is called avoiding MORE geology studying....yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i dont blank when i get to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110671093877763300?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110671093877763300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110671093877763300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110671093877763300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110671093877763300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-called-avoiding-more-geology.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110667154890722775</id><published>2005-01-25T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T08:45:48.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Low Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So here's the low down. (i apologize for saying that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Geology test tomorrow (Wednesday) Carol helped me study last night, and shes gonna help me again today, so i dont think im gonna go to the little study session some ppl from the class are having. I'd do better with Carol, and then I'll just memorize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jenny got me the most AWESOME birthday present!!!!!!!!!!! Last time she got me this rockin Pirates of he Caribbean ride attraction poster, and this time---though my birthday's in August, she couldnt wait--is so cool! A pirates beer mug and a really tall shot glass. In the mug you can see the little skelton pirate on the back of the glass...its a lot cooler than im probably making it sound. =) I met her at Denny's last night--which I really needed after my 2 hour study session with/without Carol, and GETTING PULLED OVER!!!!!!!!!!!! I rolled the stupid stop sign by my house, but thank goodness, i was just given a warning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No Aralia test this week! Who-hooo!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Disneyland next Tuesday!!!!!! Amanda, Jeff, Sara, Hannah, Eric, Jenny, Aiden, and me! So excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Song of the day: "99 Red Balloons"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110667154890722775?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110667154890722775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110667154890722775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110667154890722775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110667154890722775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/low-down.html' title='The Low Down'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110642829365992191</id><published>2005-01-22T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T13:11:33.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not that girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Song of the day: "I'm Not that Girl"--Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hands touch, eyes meet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sudden silence, sudden heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearts leap in a giddy whirl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He could be that boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm not that girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't dream too far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't lose sight of who you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't remember that rush of joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He could be that boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not that girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ev'ry so often we long to steal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the land of what-might-have-been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that doesn't soften the ache we feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When reality sets back in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blithe smile, lithe limb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She who's winsome, she wins him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold hair with a gentle curl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's the girl he chose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Heaven knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not that girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't wish, don't start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing only wounds the heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a girl I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He loves her so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not that girl"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sing it sista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110642829365992191?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110642829365992191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110642829365992191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110642829365992191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110642829365992191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-not-that-girl.html' title='Im not that girl'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110628952611935580</id><published>2005-01-20T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:38:46.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Through Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladivaj.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and I went to Dennys. Colin was there and he sang for us. =) It was awesome. Jenny almost cried. No, Colin has a really good voice, if only he wouldnt smoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank goodness this week was only 4 days. It made everything so much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sara's not feeling really well, i dont really know about what. I just wish she would talk to me about it.  But if she wants to, she will. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My shoulders really hurt, lol. i tensed up somethin fierce today. Oh, and yesterday a door hit me....sigh. the life i lead =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Song of the now: "Dancing Through Life"--Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110628952611935580?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110628952611935580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110628952611935580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110628952611935580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110628952611935580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/dancing-through-life.html' title='Dancing Through Life'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110594991412928042</id><published>2005-01-17T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:18:34.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little something i wrote :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you because I love you&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz when I’m with you I feel so….&lt;br /&gt;So…..vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;When I with you. I feel…..&lt;br /&gt;So alone.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love spending my time with you&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;But the time always goes by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;So fast.&lt;br /&gt;Its like we never get…&lt;br /&gt;Any time alone.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m so happy when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;So frustrated to be without you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz’ I’m thinkin of you&lt;br /&gt;Of what you’re thinkin about me&lt;br /&gt;Of what you’re thinkin of me now&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinkin about me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woah-woah-woah&lt;br /&gt;La-da-da-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I wasn’t thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you weren’t on my mind&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could be together&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn’t feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you because I love you&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz when I’m with you I feel so….&lt;br /&gt;So…..vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;When I with you. I feel…..&lt;br /&gt;So alone.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La-da-da-da&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110594991412928042?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110594991412928042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110594991412928042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110594991412928042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110594991412928042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-little-something-i-wrote.html' title='Just a little something i wrote :)'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110580982342765885</id><published>2005-01-15T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T09:23:43.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;So this morning i guess I got up too fast or something and blacked out. Not for long or anything, but everything went dark and then i was on the floor. but hey, i didnt hit anything on the way down! I guess thats what happens when you donate blood, and dont really sleep. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110580982342765885?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110580982342765885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110580982342765885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110580982342765885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110580982342765885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/black-out.html' title='Black Out'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110578618071895893</id><published>2005-01-15T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T02:49:40.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It really is in the wee small hours of the morning that you get to thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hate not being able to sleep. you know? finally have a chance to catch up and get some good rest in, and i have this throbbing headache and my gums hurt. (i think i flossed to hard or something) but ugh. i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This week, i haven't been able to speak properly, let alone eliquently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Theory is going to be the death of us. We're in this little room, and a very smelly marker for the whiteboard, and by the end, we're all kinda laughing randomly...haha. Cant wait till form. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Song of the now: "Those To Come"--The Shins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110578618071895893?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110578618071895893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110578618071895893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110578618071895893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110578618071895893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-wee-small-hours-of-morning.html' title='In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning......'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110542312376395573</id><published>2005-01-10T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:58:43.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/DSCF0160.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/DSCF0160.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the gals and Bryce =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110542312376395573?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110542312376395573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110542312376395573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110542312376395573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110542312376395573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-gals-and-bryce.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110469982042872675</id><published>2005-01-02T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T13:03:40.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School...groan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OK. So, school starts tomorrow. Not really looking forward to it. Geology in particular, and taking Anthro with Carol. That is going to be weird. I have already promised her that I will not be sharing how well i do in the course, no matter what. If im doing worse/better, dont really care. i hate competition, and really dont want any, especially with her. But im going to have classes 11-6. so, dont talk to me mondays or wednesdays. except for dennys at 10 on mondays! that'll be my saving grace. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Magic Mountain yesterday was awesome. What a great way to start off the year! Bryce, Sara, Amanda, Jeff and I all went yesterday and it was the perfect day to go. we walked on everyride except for X--which was so worth the 2 hour wait. the only downfall of the day was that it was cold, so we were all shivering while waiting in the lines. it was so much fun. bryce kept on talking about Deja Vu and how much it creaped him out, haha. it was great. After the park we ate at BJ's or Benji's or something like that. A pizza place....oh....so good....and we had a pazookie....even better. Big, warm, yummy cookie with icecream on top. Yum. Then once we got home we went to Amanda and Jeff's place and watched Bend it like Beckem--really good. and some weird movie about some pop stars in the 80s. sara and i really had no idea what was going on during the whole thing, and we were all so tired, i think that only jeff and amanda knew what was happening because it was their movie. but still it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh, im just dreading school tomorrow. i dont think i made a very intellegent first impression on my new geology professor when i met her last quarter. i hope she likes me and that the class is really great. and then just having anthro with carol....im not really sure how i feel about that. i really wish that sara was taking the class with me like we really wanted to do. maybe next quarter we can have another class together besides theory since shes not doing University Singers. =( and on a sad note, bryce leaves for Ireland two weeks from today for 5 months. i really hope he has a great time over there. i would love to study abroad for a semester. how amazing would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, im ready for spring break now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;song of the now: "We are the Champions" (sara, bryce, and i kept on singing that yesterday, lol. i have no idea why.)      =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110469982042872675?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110469982042872675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110469982042872675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110469982042872675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110469982042872675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2005/01/schoolgroan.html' title='School...groan'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110300319751989772</id><published>2004-12-13T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:48:48.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things are better. ive had today to just chill, and i resisted the urge to accept an invitation for a little get together. i hate being home when people are hanging out and having fun tho. haha. my mom said that if there was ever a socialite, its me. =) i love spending time with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryce and i went out to lunch today. that was cool. hes a fun guy. i love "lunching" with people if you will. its just so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liz called me today. theres problem with this girl jessica, who wont return liz's calls about the reimbersment check from Flockmann for the Shakespeare research project and now everyones hounding poor liz! im going to try to call jessica again tomorrow and liz is droping by her work/house to get ahold of her. this is ruining her vacation! having to worry about this and everyone. i really hope she gets everything straightened out so she doesnt have to dwell on this anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the comment jenny! it really meant a lot to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you never can have too many friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the now: "My Will"--DC Talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110300319751989772?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110300319751989772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110300319751989772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110300319751989772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110300319751989772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/12/better.html' title='better'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110293276589254023</id><published>2004-12-13T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T02:12:45.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry</title><content type='html'>.i dont know whats wrong with me. ok. i kinda know. but its a long list, and ive been re-listing it for myself a lot today, so there's no need to do that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.but i guess, the "friendly teasing", "playful anger", really isnt funny/cute anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i went out with a friend to his company party, hoping it wasnt a date. it was. i just dont like him. i feel like a horrible person. it was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.the person i would like to go out with seems inatainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.most of my music is to "happy" for my current mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i havent spent enough time with my grandma while shes out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i havent spent enough time with anyone who i really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.there's not enough hours in the day. too many emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.people are kinda angry with me. i hate when people are angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i want to be percieved as the sweet girl. but not the nieve one. and not the mean/sarcastic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.all i want to do is lock myself in my room for a while and cry.&lt;br /&gt;                                         .but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.jesus, how did you go through everything you did? im having a hard time with life, and its a flower field compared to what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.skylar and i had a conversation about some people we knew/saw that have/had things so bad in their life, but they're fine. and here we are, whining about our little problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i really like talking to him. hes thoughtful/serious/funny. ive been really "tra la la" if you will while meeting/getting to know all these new people. conversations with him are just different. good different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i had a little chat with emily today. it was nice. i love talking to her. she really does make things better, even though i barely knew what i was talking about with her. i was working through my current mood, and it was nice having someone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i need a day. just to myslelf. and grandma. i cant wait till my mom is done teaching and has a couple of weeks off. i havent gotten to spend barely any time with her since school started in september. i miss her. and we live in the same house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.im so thankful that my mom and i get along. i dont feel like i can talk with her about &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; but i dont think anyone really feels that way about anyone. but, we really get along. i love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.dad was awesome this evening. i wasnt all smiles, and he just came over when i was in my room, and gave me a hug and kissed me on the head. he never does that. i mean, he tells me goodnight and everything, but thats kinda like a ritual. this was special, cuz it was unexpected. i felt like daddy's little girl again. i didnt have to play nice, and smile for everyone. i really wanted to cry and just have dad be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.when i was little, mom and carol would go to 4H, and dad and i would go out for Baskin Robins. we havent done that in ages. i really want to. hes such a good dad. its just when hes really tense, or in a bad mood, hes not much fun to be around. but whenever im down, hes one of the best people to possibly have around. cuz its not like a friend, or mom whose always there with a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i dont want tomorrow to come. this is nice. just typing in the dark, listening to my elliot smith cd. no one in the house awake but me. bottle up and explode, i think, it my favorite song by elliot smith. i dont know much that hes done, but i really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.they say a person should cry at least once a week to let out stress/emotions in general. that people should cry once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i hate if people see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.the last time i really cried, was when i learned my grandaddy had passed away. i went over to nicks, and cried on his shoulder for about 2 hours. just crying. not saying anything. i didnt cry in Kentucky with the whole family there. in the funeral home, watching my cousins cry, my grandmommy and my mom cry. i just wanted to be there and support. be that piller for them. it wasnt until they said it was time to bury granddaddy that it really hit me. im not going to see him again until heaven. it was a different kind of crying. it suprised me. i didnt think id just suddenly start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cti this summer, we met a girl named Melissa in Grand Caymen. she said she felt that god was speaking to us through her, and that she had a message for each of us. and she was dead on with things that no one should know without talking to us for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.when she got to me, she said i was more than i think i am. and that im a piller to those around me. and she mentioned the song, "beauty for ashes." i always thought she was referring to being a piller when it come to faith, and i though maybe im stronger in my faith than i think i am. that may be it, but maybe its because i try so hard to support people when they need it. i barely left my mom's side in Kentucky. she needed help, and i think i really did. i really just want to be able to help people stand, cuz people are so much stronger than they think they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.jesus, how did you do it?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.im so tired/blahish i cant really see straight. maybe that why i was everywhere on this today. maybe thats why i wrote what i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i need a break from certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i feel the best when im helping someone through something. when i say "call anytime" if theres a problem to which you cant sleep. i really do mean it. i really dont care if its 2:30 in the morning and i was sound asleep. i dont want anyone to ever hesitiate if i can possibly do anything to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i dont even really remember what i wrote. but i feel a little better. maybe if i wrote a song it would help. i havent written/finished a song in ages it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i just need to say home and sing/play the piano/guitar the entire day. music has always helped me through any kind of problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the now: "Cry"--Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110293276589254023?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110293276589254023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110293276589254023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110293276589254023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110293276589254023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/12/cry.html' title='Cry'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110230500450411787</id><published>2004-12-05T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T19:50:04.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol....i am an idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am a complete moron. so embarrassing. things were "said" that shouldnt have been. ohmylanta. i cant believe i did that. ahhh! so stupid. lol. ive gotta kinda laugh at myself about that one. they're not going to be talking to me for awhile......im so retarded. lets just leave it at that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. my face is red, and no ones even freakin here. i didnt even mean it that way....but maybe how it sounded......lol. at least everyone know how retarded i can be, so, maybe they wont read too much into it. &lt;em&gt;Gosh! Idiot! &lt;/em&gt;(Napoleon Dynamite voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the USC/UCLA game rocked. We were right there on the floor pretty much right next to the USC band. (I love their uniforms! lol) the cheerleaders and "tommy the trojan" totally amused me, and USC won 29-24. They scored a touchdown within the first freakin minute of the game. how rockin is that? i had a lot of fun. The rosebowl was pretty cool, and parking was crazy on the golf course next door. USC is going to the orangebowl now, and ppl were throwing oranges onto the field in the 4th quarter! thats dangerous. and i think there was a mini brawl btwm a bruin and a trojan fan. crazyness. but it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the now: USC fight song......stuck in my head for the next week and a half i promise :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110230500450411787?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110230500450411787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110230500450411787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110230500450411787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110230500450411787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/12/loli-am-idiot.html' title='lol....i am an idiot'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110211474589955130</id><published>2004-12-03T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T14:59:05.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>USC vs. UCLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha! goin to the UCS vs. UCLA game tomorrow with emily's family. I'm so excited! lol. It should be so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As of now. things are pretty good. Friends are good, family's good, finals are over.....i dont know what my grades are but, at least its behind me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Christmas break. rockin. Disneyland on the 15th, steller. overall, things are really good. so just remind me of that when i start complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Song of the now: ''Fever" Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110211474589955130?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110211474589955130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110211474589955130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110211474589955130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110211474589955130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/12/usc-vs-ucla.html' title='USC vs. UCLA'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110159507793582019</id><published>2004-11-27T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T14:37:57.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;I now know why people procrastinate. Like right now, at this very moment, i should be studying for finals. And i know this. But for some reason im not. its not like studying is going to kill me, in fact it will be EXTREMELY helpful. Yet I procrastinate. And i know why. Are you ready for this realization?! I hope so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;People procrastinate because psycologically, we figure that if we dont deal with it now, we'll never have to. It'll just magically dissapear. Genuis. Power of osmosis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Song of the now: "Dance Magic, Dance"--David Bowie, Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110159507793582019?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110159507793582019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110159507793582019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110159507793582019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110159507793582019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110133354895691591</id><published>2004-11-24T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:44:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/IMG_1506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/IMG_1506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend &lt;a href="http://http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=6272262&amp;amp;Mytoken=20050121004537"&gt;emily&lt;/a&gt; and brent! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110133354895691591?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110133354895691591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110133354895691591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110133354895691591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110133354895691591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-best-friend-emily-and-brent.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110128336086255795</id><published>2004-11-24T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:06:57.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/IMG_1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/IMG_1510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce and Katie. Olay! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110128336086255795?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110128336086255795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110128336086255795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128336086255795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128336086255795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/bryce-and-katie.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110128355356056121</id><published>2004-11-24T00:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:05:53.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/IMG_1515.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/IMG_1515.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberto taking a picture of me....taking a picture of Roberto :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110128355356056121?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110128355356056121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110128355356056121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128355356056121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128355356056121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/roberto-taking-picture-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110128350704945945</id><published>2004-11-24T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:05:07.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/IMG_1518.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/IMG_1518.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce and Leanne...a little blurry....:(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110128350704945945?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110128350704945945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110128350704945945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128350704945945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128350704945945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/bryce-and-leanne.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110128347769466630</id><published>2004-11-24T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:04:37.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/IMG_1503.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/IMG_1503.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and Amanda...Magic Flute&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110128347769466630?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110128347769466630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110128347769466630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128347769466630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128347769466630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/eric-and-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110128342982424537</id><published>2004-11-24T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:03:49.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/IMG_1502.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/IMG_1502.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opera Scenes....I'm the Mikata gal taking the picture. :)Paige and Sarah&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110128342982424537?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110128342982424537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110128342982424537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128342982424537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128342982424537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/opera-scenes.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110128331208284748</id><published>2004-11-24T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:01:52.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/IMG_1514.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/IMG_1514.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GQ pose anyone? Wes and Eric&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110128331208284748?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110128331208284748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110128331208284748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128331208284748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128331208284748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/gq-pose-anyone-wes-and-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110128325308994601</id><published>2004-11-24T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:00:53.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/IMG_1498.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/IMG_1498.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Steve! Go Team Carib!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110128325308994601?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110128325308994601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110128325308994601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128325308994601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128325308994601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-and-steve-go-team-carib.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117617.post-110128317875834902</id><published>2004-11-23T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:59:38.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/640/IMG_1507.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/194/1571/320/IMG_1507.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117617-110128317875834902?l=kittyrowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/feeds/110128317875834902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117617&amp;postID=110128317875834902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128317875834902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117617/posts/default/110128317875834902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittyrowe.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Catherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12809336369422943148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
