<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:16:46.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at the center of the universe</title><subtitle type='html'>My physics teacher said that because every point in the universe is expanding away from every other point at the same rate, there is no center point, or, in all reality, every point is the center. See? There is proof that I am the center of the universe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111464947074994014</id><published>2005-04-27T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:51:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bighoopearrings.weblogs.us"&gt;bighoopearrings.weblogs.us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come visit in our new location.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111464947074994014?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111464947074994014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111464947074994014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111464947074994014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111464947074994014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved!!'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111246255562351608</id><published>2005-04-02T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:01:22.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy am I tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Yesterday I went to Chicago to visit my friend  &lt;a href="http://aliter81.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aleta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time. We ate a lot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The best part of the day was when my mother called Aleta’s cell phone. She had some news. I had recieved an envelope from the University of Chicago. A big large envelope. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got in!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy. So very happy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Look out U of Chicago, here I come. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111246255562351608?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111246255562351608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111246255562351608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111246255562351608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111246255562351608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/04/boy-am-i-tired.html' title='Boy am I tired.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111229938116939301</id><published>2005-03-31T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T12:03:01.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have a new blog. I managed to import two months worth of my blogger posts, but not much else because Blogger was going so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the new blog is at: &lt;a&gt;bighoopearrings.weblogs.us&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please update your links. I will maintain this site for maybe a week, two weeks (?) before I switch completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111229938116939301?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111229938116939301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111229938116939301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111229938116939301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111229938116939301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111224519014543354</id><published>2005-03-30T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T20:59:50.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111224519014543354?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111224519014543354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111224519014543354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111224519014543354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111224519014543354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111213434148037044</id><published>2005-03-29T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:43:53.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is just being stupid.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know, I have two of the same post up. I've been trying to fix it since last night. It's not working. It posted twice and now it won't go away. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think the comments aren't working either. Sorry dears.&lt;br /&gt;If you have something to say: email me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of bitching about Blogger. I mean, it is free, right? So what if it doesn't always work.....&lt;br /&gt;(I hope this post, I hope this posts.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have nothing to say. Plus, I'm betting this might not post anyways, so I'll just give it a shot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] I have a new blog!! Woohoo! It's going to be a while before I actually move though, and I will let you all know. I'm trying to make it look all nice, and I want to move my posts and everything. So we'll see. Don't worry. I'll tell you the url eventually. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111213434148037044?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111213434148037044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111213434148037044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111213434148037044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111213434148037044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/blogger-is-just-being-stupid.html' title='Blogger is just being stupid.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111206836342933512</id><published>2005-03-28T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T19:52:43.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, the greatest things in life are simple, and require no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For example. Mr. Matt and I went to the movies today. We went out to dinner after. But the best part of the evening was sitting in the car talking for an hour. We rarely get time alone from his family, or my family, and it's nice to have a conversation when you know there isn't a little brother hanging around waiting for you to say something about this or that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other day I made bread with my grandmother. She and I have not exactly always been great in the whole "getting along" department in the past, but as of late, we've been able to have good conversations. I never really realized that I don't know her too well, and now, I want to get to know her. I think I don't mind spending time with her, and it's actually become a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Those are good moments. Sometimes, when we stop to realize how lucky we are, to have things, we can be happy. &lt;br /&gt; Curling up with a good book. Or just sitting and enjoying the sun stream through the windows. Emailing your best friend. Having a piece of bread you baked fresh out of the oven. The best things in life can't be bought. It's all in the attitude.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Most folks are about as happy as they make their minds up to be." Abraham Lincoln &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111206836342933512?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111206836342933512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111206836342933512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111206836342933512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111206836342933512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/sometimes_28.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111203250159112974</id><published>2005-03-28T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T09:55:01.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to read.</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;a href="http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/"&gt;K. Restoule&lt;/a&gt;, but he didn't pass it on to me, but I am going to steal it and do it anyways. Because I love books. And nothing exciting is happening in my life because I am on SPRING BREAK! Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451-- which book do you want to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I've read Fahrenheit 451. I understand this question. This is a survey thing for intellectuals.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I would want to be....oo this is tough. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So in order to save the book I would become? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. That's a hard question. Because I would feel bad if I picked like my favorite book, because then it would be just to my tastes. And wouldn't you want to save some really good, quality literature? Like Dante, or something? No, I think that I would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stranger in a Strange Land&lt;/span&gt; though. That was a good book. I would love to be that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who hasn't? I loved Ged, in the Earthsea Series by Ursula K. LeGuin. And Jaxom, in Anne MacCaffery's dragon books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last book you bought is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't remember. It's been so long. I have my library card number memorized, that's how bad it is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last book you read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, the last book I finished was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pebble in the Sky&lt;/span&gt;, by Issac Asimov. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you currently reading? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mists of Avalon&lt;/span&gt;. Oh goodness it is so spectacularily good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five books you would take to a deserted island: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Bible&lt;br /&gt;a Dave Barry book that I havn't read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Foundation Trilogy&lt;/span&gt; by Asimov&lt;br /&gt;my Dorothy Parker book (the Viking Portable Dorothy Parker Library or something)&lt;br /&gt;and something by Anne MacCaffery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh yes, and on a side note, I updated my &lt;a href="http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/02/kinda-100-things.html"&gt;100 things&lt;/a&gt;. I'm still not there yet, but you can continue reading them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111203250159112974?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111203250159112974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111203250159112974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111203250159112974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111203250159112974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-to-read.html' title='I love to read.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111194704455110402</id><published>2005-03-27T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T10:10:44.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Easter.</title><content type='html'>You know, Christians all recognize Easter as a time for re-birth, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. So now I could start being a new type of person. and have a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever turn around and look at yourself and realize that the person you've become isn't really what you had in mind for yourself? Do you ever say something and two seconds later ask why that came out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;mouth? I've had a few of those moments lately. It's not something that's widespread, for the most part I'm happy with the person I am, but sometimes, around certain people, I'd like to be different.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to act myself. Wait. Isn't that an oxymoron? Act myself. If I'm being myself, there's no acting involved. And that's the way I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm getting a little too deep for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I hope all you Christians have a good Easter, and everybody else, enjoy this day for being a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krisdos haryav ee merelotz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111194704455110402?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111194704455110402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111194704455110402&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111194704455110402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111194704455110402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-easter.html' title='It&apos;s Easter.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111185356281800317</id><published>2005-03-26T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T08:12:42.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a scary dream.</title><content type='html'>Think "dream sequence" from Oklahoma.(That was scary right?)  It was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everybody knows, I just got my temps, so I can drive now, with a parent in the car. I dislike it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream that I was driving by the lake and somebody had driven in and died. And then the brakes stopped working on the vehicle I was using, and then, well, it was just plain scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little kid I used to have nightmares about driving with my sister and brother, like all of a sudden I was driving the car and my parents weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is just plain evil and scary and I wish that I lived in an area with better public transportation. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mists of Avalon.&lt;/span&gt; It is a good book. I like it a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111185356281800317?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111185356281800317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111185356281800317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111185356281800317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111185356281800317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-had-scary-dream.html' title='I had a scary dream.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111181743808572139</id><published>2005-03-25T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:10:38.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes again.</title><content type='html'>I did it!&lt;br /&gt;New template, again. Once a month I get in a mood, and I have to change it. I really love this one. I had to make a lot of tweeks though, because it was a pain, and not really made for people with long site descriptions, or titles, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Today was good. I am reading a long book. I am going to go continue doing that. I love to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111181743808572139?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111181743808572139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111181743808572139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111181743808572139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111181743808572139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/there-she-goes-again.html' title='There she goes again.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111172283385773649</id><published>2005-03-24T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:53:53.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a better day.</title><content type='html'>My mom actually is still mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got mad at me yesterday. It was interesting. I was being rude. I think. I don't know. I still haven't told her I'm sorry. But I've only seen her once today, so it is not really an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall. I bought my sister a little pin, from the GAP, but I didn't get anything for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first church service that wasn't an &lt;a href="http://www.armenianchurch.org/"&gt;Armenian church&lt;/a&gt; service today. I went to &lt;a href="http://neuroticnerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt's&lt;/a&gt; dad's church. I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like my church. I mean, I have nothing at all against other churches. One of the things I don't understand about some people and their "church" is how they can judge other churches. I believe that everybody has the right to believe whatever the heck they want to believe. I might not like it, but I'm not going to tell you to stop believing in it. And seeing another church service actually made me realize that I like mine. I like all the silly ceremony. It seems so much fuller to me. Not that I didn't like the service I went to tonight. I was so simple, and so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;. They know what they are doing. But so do we, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about religion. I'm going to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111172283385773649?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111172283385773649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111172283385773649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111172283385773649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111172283385773649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-was-better-day.html' title='Today was a better day.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111154052871035975</id><published>2005-03-22T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:31:00.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me while I scream into my pillow.</title><content type='html'>I think that all in all, I wish I had stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, even, that I just never tried to make friends again. I think that making friends is the worst thing in the world. It's hard to make friends when you are old news and nobody cares to talk to you outside of the little laugh they get from your occasional funniness. And I am just that. Old news. By now nobody really wants to talk to me outside of school, when there are other people around who they have been friends with for a whole year while I was AWOL. And they couldn't bother with becoming friends with me again, because, well, gosh dangit, they already have friends! They don't need one more! That would be too, hm, what's the word? NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, that as a whole, people suck. Or at least teenagers.  I wish I wasn't a teenager. I wish I was 40. 40, and past all this stupid high school crap. I hate teenagers. They are the most stuck up, self centered human beings alive. I wish I wasn't a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at the list of phone numbers taped up on my wall, I realize I have very few people whom I can call in my moments like these. And that's tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111154052871035975?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111154052871035975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111154052871035975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/excuse-me-while-i-scream-into-my.html' title='Excuse me while I scream into my pillow.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111152786090403826</id><published>2005-03-22T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:44:20.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>I have made many efforts to not blog the day in my post title, but I just can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I woke up today and it was Tuesday was really depressing. I woke up yesterday and thought it was Friday already. It was if this weekend never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. My cousin in Iraq called me the other day. It was very exciting. I have written him about 3 letters now. He said he liked the first one that he just got. I'm worried for him. I miss him. It's so hard knowing somebody is so far away and you don't have any power over what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could control the weather I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Well I was going to go on a rant about high school relationships and How Couples Should Please Not Make Out In the Hallway, but I am way too out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you visit here and you find my daily information trivial. I am actually suprised that there are about 5 people that do read this crud on a regular basis. Hm. What am I doing wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111152786090403826?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111152786090403826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111152786090403826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111152786090403826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111152786090403826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-not-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s not Tuesday.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111121005984405791</id><published>2005-03-18T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T07:40:05.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we dance?</title><content type='html'>God, this week was way too darned long for my tastes. I think the apathy comes from many factors. One of them being the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Quick prayer to weather gods**&lt;br /&gt;Dear Weather Gods,&lt;br /&gt;MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY!!! Do you want snow? WELL WE DON'T. It's the middle of MARCH for goodness sakes. MARCH. Also, if you're going to tease us with those nice days, well, that's just plain evil, in my opinion. So please stop. Give us nice days for maybe 3 days consecutively? That would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Kati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of that. I'm over it. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to be playing for this girl for a competition. I am slightly worried, as I have never done this. Ever. It's kinda like when my parents hand me the keys to the car. You never know what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to point out that school is boring. Honest, I think that the mind-numbing dullness of it all is the reason that I dislike going back every day. You'd think that it would be more exciting learning new things. Nope. I swear, my teachers are on a mission to make it as boring and sleep-inducing as possible. If  I could borrow that movie that we watched today in Mass Media, I would have something to fall to sleep to at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend had surgury yesterday morning. He's good now, though. It's kind of a touchy subject. If you asked me in person what happened, I would blink a few times, look down and hope you figure it out. It's kinda weird talking about my boyfriend's balls, you know? (Although, it led to many funny jokes today in precalc. Good times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this has been Kati reporting from Wisconsin. Have a good weekend now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111121005984405791?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111121005984405791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111121005984405791&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111121005984405791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111121005984405791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/shall-we-dance.html' title='Shall we dance?'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111102829906583034</id><published>2005-03-16T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T18:58:19.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean me?  Me?</title><content type='html'>Today I had another ROPE presentation. It was on geography. Now, I know most of you don't even know me, but you all have probably figured out that I am relatively intelligent, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to say the least, I know where Madrid is. And the Baja peninsula. Which, I might add, is more than the poor boy who was doing his presentation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did the other teacher who was there give me? (She is a retired teacher from my school subbing for the other normal English teacher). And A-. Because, even though I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; everything, I was too "cavalier and unprepared".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deal with criticism well. That makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I drove home from my piano lesson (because I have my temps now) and I did horrible. I hate driving. I think it's the devil. Why can't we have good public transportation like Argentina? Or any other freaking country in the world? WHAT IS OUR DEAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mass Media we are talking about Noam Chomsky's views on the media. He thinks that it's not fufilling it's purpose which is to: provide unbaised and fully reported news, and to act as a watchdog so people don't get too powerful. Well. You know, I could have told you that. It's not like it's controversial or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I hate the world. In general. It's too damn complicated. It's all a paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like paradoxes. Or criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now. Maybe I'll feel better in the morning. Although, you know what? I highly doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111102829906583034?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111102829906583034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111102829906583034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111102829906583034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111102829906583034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-mean-me-me.html' title='You mean me? &lt;i&gt; Me?&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111086193998640017</id><published>2005-03-14T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:45:39.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's funny.</title><content type='html'>So when I go to Barnes&amp;amp;Nobel this evening I really wanted to buy a book.&lt;br /&gt;Really really.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't. I picked out book after book after book. Only to put them back on the shelves. I couldn't justify spending money on a book that I could just get free from the library. Plus, what would happen if I didn't like it? I would be stuck with a book I don't like. And I couldn't buy one I've already read because what's the fun in that? I've already read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even had a gift card, so it wasn't my own money.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111086193998640017?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111086193998640017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111086193998640017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111086193998640017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111086193998640017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-funny.html' title='It&apos;s funny.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111076719932730917</id><published>2005-03-13T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:26:39.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was only gone for 2 days!</title><content type='html'>Apperently I missed a lot in the blogging world though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog fight, and also the not working of blogger comments.....&lt;br /&gt;If you want to comment, and can't, you could always email me? Or is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bighoopearrings@gmail.com"&gt;bighoopearrings@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went away to an exchange student orientation/get-together. As always, I like spending more time with exchange student type people than real people. Oh, that didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer clock has issues. Major. It thinks it's an hour later. Unless I have issues and really it's daylight savings time or something? In which case, I had better get to bed. It's late. I can't remember and I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl who was going to Mexico. For starters, why would you want to go to Mexico? That's just nuts. It's just south of the border, you could visit on vacation. Heck, you could take a road trip. So why go there for a foriegn exchange?&lt;br /&gt;But what was worse was that she was trying to speak in Spanish to the other kid who was going to Mexico. They were "practicing". Maybe I'm just being snobby, me and my superior Argentine accent, but it was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; funny&lt;/span&gt;. I got such a kick out of it. That and the fact that she seemed to avoid me all weekend. And ate with her parents. What kind of a foreign exchange student goes to a weekend with 20 kids from other countries and 22 kids that want to go to other countries and 2 that have already and come back and then eats with their parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una chica loca. That's who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111076719932730917?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111076719932730917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111076719932730917&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111076719932730917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111076719932730917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-only-gone-for-2-days.html' title='I was only gone for 2 days!'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111042802426337944</id><published>2005-03-09T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:13:44.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would post.</title><content type='html'>I would post, but I'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing what you say? What is more important than blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. And yet, I am blogging. To say I am going to bed. Oh my goodness. I have sunk to new lows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111042802426337944?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111042802426337944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111042802426337944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111042802426337944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111042802426337944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-would-post.html' title='I would post.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111033361771451464</id><published>2005-03-08T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:00:17.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day.</title><content type='html'>I actually went job hunting today. I have one application, and I left my resume at 5 different places. So that's 6 possible jobs. Do you think maybe I'll get one? (So now, let's tally it up: I have my temps, and I might get a job in the near future. I'm getting adult-like. Go me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the only ROPE presentation that I wasn't dreading. Fine Art. I didn't have to learn something, just do something that I love. Oh, and it was wonderful. I blew them away. They were so astounded you could have pushed them over with a feather. I felt wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever metioned that I can't wait til I graduate? Cause I can't. I just got my cap and gown today, and hopefully it will fit me nice. I will try it on later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Tuesday is the worst day of the week. It seems like it should be over by now. The weather, being all cold and everything, is really getting to me. I want it to warm up. We were granted a nice day Sunday by the warm weather gods, but I think it was just to taunt us. Since then it has been frigid outside. For goodness sakes, it's MARCH! Warm up already! I swear, I hate the cold. With a feaking passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that in the future, I will feel better. But for now, I am having one of those days where I feel like my skin doesn't fit. This is a sibling to the day where you feel like you forgot something and couldn't remember what. This one is just where something feels so wrong and I don't like wrong. I want right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two top kids in the senior class want to drop out of pre-calc. Do you think that might send the teacher a message that she's doing something wrong? God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111033361771451464?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111033361771451464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111033361771451464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111033361771451464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111033361771451464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-day.html' title='What a day.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111024330689734199</id><published>2005-03-07T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:55:06.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever get that feeling?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like you forgot something horrible and you are totally going to ruin everything and it's going to be horrible when you finally remember what the heck it was you forgot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I felt like that this morning, then I realized all I forgot was my darn watch. And my boyfriend wasn't there at school either to tell me the time every three seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111024330689734199?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111024330689734199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111024330689734199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111024330689734199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111024330689734199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-you-ever-get-that-feeling.html' title='Do you ever get that feeling?'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-111000294213735635</id><published>2005-03-04T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:09:02.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear the road.</title><content type='html'>So finally, after two years of procrastination, I got my drivers permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, if you live in the Wisconsin vicinity, please stay off the roads until I learn how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be trying to learn as fast as possible, and your cooporation would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I also: registered to vote, and returned the awful purple courdoroy pants that my mother gave me for my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-111000294213735635?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/111000294213735635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=111000294213735635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111000294213735635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/111000294213735635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/clear-road.html' title='Clear the road.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-110988317590892969</id><published>2005-03-03T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T12:52:55.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz cumple a mi!</title><content type='html'>Today I gave a US History presentation for ROPE. I talked about the history in 10 terms from the French and Indian War until the Louisiana Purchase, and somehow made a logical circle from it. And I did it in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the best part was, at the end, I said : and today is an important day in US history, because 18 years ago today, I was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-110988317590892969?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/110988317590892969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=110988317590892969&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/110988317590892969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/110988317590892969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/feliz-cumple-mi.html' title='Feliz cumple a mi!'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-110972171544884235</id><published>2005-03-01T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:01:55.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think.</title><content type='html'>I think that school is getting to me. My temper is shorter lately, and I just don't seem to be myself. I actually read a book though, which is an improvment over not reading. I like to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't think of anything else to say. I know there are some deep thoughts rattling around in my head, somewhere, but they are obviously blocked by all the other shallow thoughts like, why won't anybody come to my birthday party? Why do I have no friends? Why do I hate school so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-110972171544884235?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/110972171544884235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/110972171544884235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think.html' title='I think.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-110956483809482935</id><published>2005-02-27T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T20:27:18.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always my mother's life lessons.</title><content type='html'>Well, today I learned first-hand what happens when you run out of hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a cold shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I also learned that after 3 loads of laundry, my brother's shower, my dad's shower, and my sister's shower, we ran out of hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it was spectacular that at the Oscars Santana played a song, which Antonio Banderas sang, which was in Spanish. It, like, omg, made my night. And then it won for best song or whatever. But it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to a movie with Matt and it was a good time. I like spending time with him. We saw a friend at the movie theater who gave us some soda and popcorn, and that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to come full circle with the title. The other day, my mother, who is working on my grandpa's estate stuff, came up to me practically in tears and said, "Kati, don't ever die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom. I will definitly put that up there on my list of priorities. Right up there with: getting the golden touch and finding a magical lamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-110956483809482935?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/110956483809482935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=110956483809482935&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/110956483809482935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/110956483809482935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/02/theres-always-my-mothers-life-lessons.html' title='There&apos;s always my mother&apos;s life lessons.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7929050.post-110944117811249542</id><published>2005-02-26T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T10:06:18.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I try so hard to be witty.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the Post-Valentine's Day Dance at my school. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this fortune in my fortune cookie the other day: "Many people will be drawn to you for your wisdom and insights". I wish that this were the case. But I do love fortune cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my little brother's birthday. We are having a birthday party. He invited 6 kids. 2 didn't come, and 2 are really kinda mean. I don't understand why he did that. Also, one of the kids that didn't come is our cousin. What's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't have much more to say. I'll re-write this later, when I am slightly more awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7929050-110944117811249542?l=bighoopearrings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/feeds/110944117811249542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7929050&amp;postID=110944117811249542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/110944117811249542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7929050/posts/default/110944117811249542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bighoopearrings.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-try-so-hard-to-be-witty.html' title='I try so hard to be witty.'/><author><name>Kati</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00399280329782850325'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>