<?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-10715428</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:58:31.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><subtitle type='html'>Does anyone ever really read these subtitle things?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-114273331727630789</id><published>2006-03-18T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:55:17.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sigh</title><content type='html'>Well, I've had my interview...and I don't even know what to say about it. It wasn't spectacular, and it wasn't terrible. It was mediocre. And that's probably not going to cut it. I can't even remember what I said for parts of it, and that totally isn't me; I remember every little details of interviews, because later I go over them in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed, and all I want right now is a letter telling me I made it. That I'm in for the summer (which also means the rest of life, if I want to). That I'm a counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything good in addition to that would just be icing on the cake. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me please...and I don't even normally ask for prayers for myself...so you can tell that I really really want this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-114273331727630789?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/114273331727630789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=114273331727630789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/114273331727630789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/114273331727630789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-sigh.html' title='Big Sigh'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-114149370476737010</id><published>2006-03-04T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:35:04.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally and Nervousity</title><content type='html'>Finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tri is over, I got a phone call for a Franke interview, and today I will be meeting new people, hopefully. I think I'm finally coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervousity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I made that word up. Wallace* said that the interview was really hard and that they're only taking 5 people. Rumors throughout the year said 9 people. Guess they were a little bit off....didn't they hear the rumors? They have to offer 9...it's a rule, rumors are always true....aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. I have to make it...or I probably won't make it through the summer. B/c I honestly don't want to work anywhere else...and not making it would seriously mess things up. Seriously....this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard for me...b/c I'm going to need all the help I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-114149370476737010?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/114149370476737010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=114149370476737010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/114149370476737010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/114149370476737010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-and-nervousity.html' title='Finally and Nervousity'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-114092149737182838</id><published>2006-02-25T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:38:17.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will?</title><content type='html'>When wiiiiiiiilllllllllll this trimester of school ennnnnnnnnnd..............I'm so sick of schoooooooooool......so sick that I add extra letters to words like thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis. Makes it sound more whiney....me likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I going to geeeeeeeeeet a phoooooooooone caaaaaaaaaaaaaaall for an interview for camp? This is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to do something new, go somewhere new, meet someone knew, or have an exciting new experience. Key word there: NEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super uber heart Relient K and their new song: In Like a Lion (Always Winter)....check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-114092149737182838?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/114092149737182838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=114092149737182838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/114092149737182838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/114092149737182838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-will.html' title='When Will?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-113660380121417885</id><published>2006-01-06T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:16:41.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Guaranteed</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious...I'm lame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so bored that I'm back here posting about my mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Being a senior has it's ups and downs...but mostly downs lately. College scholarships and AP classes equal little fun for Katie. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, double blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the same old same old. And I'm missing all of my Franke friends. I really think that we all need to get together. Soon. Immediately. Now. ASAP. 10/4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiiiiiiiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more so, I'm very nervous about applying for staff soon. Because nothing is guaranteed. Nothing. They don't have to have me. That's probably what worries me the most. I've been at camp forever in the summer, I can't imagine not being there. All my friends complain that they never have anything to do over the summer and that they are always bored. Well I never was, I was always at camp. Basking in 90 degree weather in jeans...babysitting. And I enjoyed it more than anything else in the world. Camp has brought so many gems to my world. Friends. Best friends. Laughter. True personality. Acceptance of myself. Miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to be without it...is horrible. Terrible. No good. Rotten. Icky. Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I just realized that this whole thing was just a stream of conscious; yay for feelings finally coming to the surface...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-113660380121417885?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/113660380121417885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=113660380121417885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113660380121417885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113660380121417885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-is-guaranteed.html' title='Nothing is Guaranteed'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-113375031641473213</id><published>2005-12-04T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:38:36.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational</title><content type='html'>worth posting I thought...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many friends you have. Or how many people call you. Or how accepted or unaccepted you are. Not about if you have plans this weekend. Or if you're alone. It isn't about who you're dating, who you use to date, how many people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all. It isn't about who you have kissed. It's not about sex. It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have. Or what kind of car you drive. Or where you're sent to school.I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t's not about how beautiful or ugly you are. Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, or what kind of music you listen to. It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, brown, or green. Or if your skin is too light or too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everyone else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are. Or if this teacher likes you, or if this guy/girl likes you. Or what clubs you're in, or how good you are at "your" sport. It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will "accept the written you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully. It's about keeping or betraying trust. It's about friendship, used as sanctity, or as a weapon. It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening. About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip. It's about what judgments you pass and why. And who your judgments are spread to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention. It's about jealousy, fear, pain, ignorance, and revenge. It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow and spreading it.But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could never occurred alone. Only you choose the way these hearts are affected and those choices are what life is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-113375031641473213?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/113375031641473213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=113375031641473213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113375031641473213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113375031641473213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/12/inspirational.html' title='Inspirational'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-113200626667364399</id><published>2005-11-14T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:13:04.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Pancakes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/z6991514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/z6991514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck...I wish it was still the weekend. I worked all weekend...at the hippest place in town. Olllllllld Navvvvvvyyyyy...said like they do in the commercials...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colts are 9-0. Interesting fact to note...the last 9-0 team fell at Cincinnati. Guess where the Colts play on Sunday....that's right....Cincinnati! And I hopefully won't have to work, because I did this Sunday...and had to have my mom tape it for me. And have my brother promise to NOT tell me the score. And it all worked out perfectly! 9 and 0h baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Navy is cool and all. I'm not sure I could spend my entire life folding clothes...but it's cool. Yay for all the cute clothes there...I'm probably never going to be able to take any money home, because of all the cute clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-113200626667364399?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/113200626667364399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=113200626667364399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113200626667364399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113200626667364399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/11/banana-pancakes.html' title='Banana Pancakes?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-113158801885431500</id><published>2005-11-09T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:00:18.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Coming??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/z88258975ax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/z88258975ax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowee. Sorry for all my "loyal" readers (aka people who are attempting to hit me because I never update this...coughSarahandNikkicough). Well let's see what has happened since my last update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colts are 8-0 and have beaten the Patriots. Whoever says that that doesn't matter...is definitely wrong. Wrong, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotary Club is no fun when you're an 18-year-old girl and everyone else is an old man. However, singing "Ring That Rotary Bell" may be the highlight of the month November. And the jokes they tell are funny in a pitiful-kind-of-funny way. However there is a hot "nerdy" guy there that turns out to have a girlfriend...thanks a lot for the news Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm first trimester is almost over...I am very glad. I'm sick of my internship at BBBS. It's so boring, and they never have anything for me to do. Thank goodness I only have 10 more hours there. Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that my fourth period yearbook class is almost over, but I am glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of BBBS, my LS never calls me back...grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working at Old Navy now for anyone who didn't know. I really like it, but ofcourse I have only worked one day...for four hours. And all I did was fold clothes. Whatever...I get to wear a walkie and I get major discounts...so that's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update over...Katie out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-113158801885431500?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/113158801885431500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=113158801885431500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113158801885431500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113158801885431500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-time-coming.html' title='Long Time Coming??'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-113018702029986758</id><published>2005-10-24T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:50:20.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...Pretty Much</title><content type='html'>I went and saw Nikki in her play. And she rocked it. It was fun seeing some camp people. And the Toast Song rocked my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Colts won...that means 7 and oh. Whoop whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I heart my life, but I'm sick of school and the mundane...help! And I'm really bad at updating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-113018702029986758?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/113018702029986758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=113018702029986758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113018702029986758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/113018702029986758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/umpretty-much.html' title='Um...Pretty Much'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112984131454258045</id><published>2005-10-20T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:48:34.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Really the Worst</title><content type='html'>Bad bad bad at updating......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a job interview for Old Navy on Friday...which is ironically two doors down from Best Buy. And my first/last Best Buy paycheck comes on Friday...and I'll be conviently in the area...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm also helping with the Fall Fesitival. Yay me! And I get to work with little kids and the game station there! Yessssssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I sucked butt on my psych test on Wednesday...boo me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112984131454258045?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112984131454258045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112984131454258045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112984131454258045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112984131454258045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/really-really-worst.html' title='Really Really the Worst'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112960495143104375</id><published>2005-10-17T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:09:11.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Worst</title><content type='html'>I'm the worst updater ever...but nothing has happened...at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Biggest news for last week: I got a scholarship to IU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Biggest news for this week: Goldie's back!!! Hoorah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112960495143104375?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112960495143104375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112960495143104375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112960495143104375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112960495143104375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-worst.html' title='I&apos;m the Worst'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112925147432099718</id><published>2005-10-13T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:57:54.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor Has It</title><content type='html'>Yes the rumor is true...I worked at Best Buy for a week and then quit. And I feel so much better. The people there are weird, and I was one of the youngest ones there. I also didn't really like their method of selling stuff which was basically "offer them stuff that they might not need, but make them want it". Uggh so I hated it and now I'm in the market for another job. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...NO school! We're going to college, eating Pizza Hut buffet, and then going to see Elizabethtown...jealous much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112925147432099718?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112925147432099718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112925147432099718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112925147432099718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112925147432099718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/rumor-has-it.html' title='Rumor Has It'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112899946937804191</id><published>2005-10-10T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:57:49.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boring Life</title><content type='html'>My life is boring. Boring is good because it means nothing bad/horrible is happening. Boring is bad because nothing interesting/happy is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Tutoring quote of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy (trying to think of something a spider could juggle that also rhymes with legs): "Rocks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Eggs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112899946937804191?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112899946937804191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112899946937804191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112899946937804191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112899946937804191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-boring-life.html' title='My Boring Life'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112890737033878227</id><published>2005-10-09T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:23:18.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Media Witch</title><content type='html'>Colts won again...5-0 baby. That means I wearing my Manning jersey tomorrow...and I'm going to match my cute little yearbook twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Fun tutoring is tomorrow. And I'll probably get assigned my kids! Yay. Maybe Sarah won't make her kid cry this time....maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Best Buy is kinda stinky. I don't really do anything and I feel like I'm the "Media Witch" (actually the word that I am looking for rhymes with witch...ironic) because all I do is replace CDs and DVDs. However, while replacing CDs, I found a CD I want...and I'm buying it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112890737033878227?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112890737033878227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112890737033878227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112890737033878227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112890737033878227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/media-witch.html' title='The Media Witch'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112878393895995681</id><published>2005-10-08T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:05:38.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Dinky Best Buy</title><content type='html'>Well since my life has been threatened by a certain individual (coughjoshcough) I guess I'll be bloggin' to save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Buy might be destroying me...and I've only "worked" 2 days. But today...I have to work from 1:30-10...AGGH! That's 8 and a half hours according to my precise, amazing math skills. However, I don't have to take the SAT's today like some loser seniors at my school. So yay for that! But back to working forever at Best Buy (or the Box as Kristal [which is not how you spell Crystal...] my training manager puts it)...I work 21.75 hours next week...no joke. It's a good thing I have a really easy schedule. Until Nov. 18. Guah. What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Whelp sorry no updates for a long time...there hasn't really been anything "juicy" to put in here that might be worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;However this quote gets me giggling like a 8-year-old girl at a slumber party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey TS, do you have a fork?&lt;br /&gt;TS: No I don't have a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claims she said "No I don't. I have a spoon." But she didn't...and Pickle and I both know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112878393895995681?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112878393895995681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112878393895995681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112878393895995681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112878393895995681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/stinky-dinky-best-buy.html' title='Stinky Dinky Best Buy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112847580825627899</id><published>2005-10-04T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:30:08.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah De Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>Boring day...but I did feel important at my internship again! I'm doing a veerrry important research project for BBBS...bet you're jealous huh? Probably not...shucks...However, tomorrow I don't have to go! Yay for internship seminars, actually no yay! But yay for missing interning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping today...it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I look like a nerdy, geeky, dweeby, dork, in my Best Buy "training" outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Katie out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112847580825627899?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112847580825627899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112847580825627899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112847580825627899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112847580825627899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/blah-de-blah-blah.html' title='Blah De Blah Blah'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112838973188669248</id><published>2005-10-03T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:35:31.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not?</title><content type='html'>No games today...sorry kiddos...I know it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Internship meeting went very well today...established the fact that everyone loves me. Yay...but then when I was in the scary filing room...someone turned off the light, like I wasn't even in there (granted she probably didn't see me...because there is only one light, but I was opening drawers and stuff...come on!). Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had an amazing lunch thanks to Lunchables...that's right...Lunchables. Processed chicken...that I got to shake up in Nacho Cheese powder. Fun for lunch...yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearbook was weird...fun for 4th period, and no fun and annoying people in 5th. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutoring with Project READS was fun. Oh Sarah and the volcano boy. Quote of the night: "My brother is a boy!"&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Now off to watch MNF or more commonly know as Monday Night Football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112838973188669248?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112838973188669248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112838973188669248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112838973188669248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112838973188669248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-not.html' title='Why Not?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112830396778806563</id><published>2005-10-02T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T20:46:07.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunions Are...</title><content type='html'>Another fun game (I'm so much fun...): Let's see how many adjectives/phrases that we can think of to fill in the blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family reunions are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not fun, boring, dull, tedious, waste of time, a bad excuse to miss the Colts game, not worth the drive, full of yellow jackets, an excuse for my grandma to have people listen to her talk, boring (it should count at least twice), a chance for my "golden" cousin to look even more golden, a good ole time (psych...), a bad excuse to miss the Colts game (that should count twice as well), worthless, stinky, smelly, odor-ful, and silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add your favorites!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;And the Colts did win...and the Manning brothers both threw 4 touchdowns...I think I'm in love...lol! 4-0 baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112830396778806563?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112830396778806563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112830396778806563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112830396778806563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112830396778806563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/family-reunions-are.html' title='Family Reunions Are...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112822436452345978</id><published>2005-10-01T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:39:24.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play A Fun Game...</title><content type='html'>Here's the game...I'll name several things a particular person did today...and then you guess who it was...answer at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person is a girl. She went to Target and the mall with her mom and brother. Then she tried calling her Little Sister...but she wasn't home from her stupid sleepover. Then she went to a band competition...where there was a freaky band show from BOP, a sunset band show in the Grand Canyon, and a amazing band with a colorguard the size of her school's band. She met up with all of her camp friends and they had fun in the parking lot. She hugged one of her friends goodbye and then cried...a lot. Then she hit a skunk on the way to a party. She said sorry that she ended the littly skunky's life. She went to the lamest party ever...and did not have fun...and her best friend was very nice and left with her...because they were so bored. Then she went home and ate ice cream with her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It's me silly...now post me a cool comment for this fun game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112822436452345978?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112822436452345978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112822436452345978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112822436452345978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112822436452345978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-play-fun-game.html' title='Let&apos;s Play A Fun Game...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112811832196440708</id><published>2005-09-30T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T17:12:02.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo-wee</title><content type='html'>Sorry no updating...I've been a little busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So I got a rental car. It sucks. No power windows, power locking, cruise control or CD player. And don't try and tell me at least I have a car because I've heard that a hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well on the Muscles front. Yay for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Job orientation went well I think. It should be fun and I get paid a ton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming tonight...go us! I can't wait...I'm uber excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112811832196440708?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112811832196440708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112811832196440708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112811832196440708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112811832196440708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/whoo-wee.html' title='Whoo-wee'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112787369006916620</id><published>2005-09-27T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:20:29.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Football Studs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jordan.fortwayne.com/jgweb/hsfb_extra_pics/sm090205_WX_Heritage3_JSR.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secsports.com/image_lib/fbc_peyton_manning_nfl_164x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.secsports.com/image_lib/fbc_peyton_manning_nfl_164x225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/media/nfl/2004/0819/photo/a_manning_vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://espn.go.com/media/nfl/2004/0819/photo/a_manning_vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Nikki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Peyton Manning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Eli Manning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I would post two others, but I can't...and I'm not...because it's a secret.&lt;/p&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/10715428-112787369006916620?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112787369006916620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112787369006916620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112787369006916620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112787369006916620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-football-studs.html' title='My Football Studs'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112787324813184283</id><published>2005-09-27T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:07:28.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muuuch Better</title><content type='html'>Umm today was a hundred times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field trip was fun...way fun. B-man and Mrs. Roth rock! And so does Miss Virginia House. And it kept my mind off of my accident. Yay for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Eye exams are stinky...but the doctor was really funny and nice. So that was cool. And I got my eyes dilated for the first time...which was really weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sarah rocks my world...and I had a semi-good conversation with a certain someone. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112787324813184283?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112787324813184283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112787324813184283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112787324813184283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112787324813184283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/muuuch-better.html' title='Muuuch Better'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112778517619197083</id><published>2005-09-26T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:39:36.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm...Can You Say Car Accident?</title><content type='html'>So today after school, I had to go and get a drug test for Best Buy. So as I was driving to get to the interstate, I went into this intersection. This girl decided to turn and didn't make it in time...a big mess later...she hits me on the left side, where my gas thingy is. The force makes me spin 180 degrees...and I end up backwards in a small ditch. I freak out (but it wasn't my fault), and this really nice witness guy calms me down and tells me everything to do. He was really nice and I am so thankful that he was there. He tells the police and tells them that nothing was my fault, that I had the green light, and the girl just pulled out in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all is said and done...I have a sore body, I have no car (it might be totalled because she hit me in the back axle), and I am very ticked off. Grr...stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that if I hadn't gotten the job at Best Buy...none of this would have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to this uber boring meeting for Project Reads...despite it being very unfun, I think that it will be an awesome experience...and if anyone wants to do it with me (aka tutoring kindergarten through 3rd grade students with reading)...let me know and I'll hook you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;After all that has happened to me today...I love you all very much, and I don't know where I would be without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112778517619197083?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112778517619197083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112778517619197083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112778517619197083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112778517619197083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/ummcan-you-say-car-accident.html' title='Umm...Can You Say Car Accident?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112769772238745614</id><published>2005-09-25T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:22:02.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>I may be addicted to NFL football. That or I may be addicted to the Manning brothers. It's probably both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...there could be worse things to be addicted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112769772238745614?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112769772238745614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112769772238745614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112769772238745614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112769772238745614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112768999666880932</id><published>2005-09-25T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:13:16.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colts Win!</title><content type='html'>Colts won...that made my day. The entire football team is totally different from last year...and I don't like it, but I love my Colts nonetheless. Nikki is probably not very happy because the Packers lost...awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...tomorrow I have to go get a drug test (which I'll pass with flying colors, duh) and go to training for Project READS. Should be a busy day. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112768999666880932?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112768999666880932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112768999666880932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112768999666880932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112768999666880932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/colts-win.html' title='Colts Win!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112761772904743080</id><published>2005-09-24T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:08:49.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check</title><content type='html'>Today's agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dink around the house....check&lt;br /&gt;Discover some news about a certain cheater.....check&lt;br /&gt;Watch endless episodes of SuperNanny on ABC Family....check&lt;br /&gt;Force yourself to go to the Y to work out.....check&lt;br /&gt;Find out that you were accepted to be a tutor for Project Reads....check&lt;br /&gt;Came back to watch more SuperNanny.....check&lt;br /&gt;Eat out with the family.....check&lt;br /&gt;Style your brother's hair for him.....check&lt;br /&gt;Update the world with your boring life.....check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;When you can't hold on/Hold on&lt;br /&gt;-The Killers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112761772904743080?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112761772904743080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112761772904743080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112761772904743080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112761772904743080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/check.html' title='Check'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112752766823270871</id><published>2005-09-23T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:07:48.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pretty Swell Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/th_c5fab989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/th_c5fab989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my second interviw today at Best Buy with Jennifer...not Chad. Jennifer rocks...and I got hired as a seasonal employee. But if they like me at the end of January, then they'll keep me. Yay for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty swell...I got hired, I got a 96 on my first college test, and I'm just having an all-around positive outlook on life. Which is nice for a change. Oh and I also got to sit next to Bri-Bri today. He smelled really good and took of his sweatshirt again (for those of you who don't understand that...don't try too). I pretty much heart him, and I don't even know his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Peace out homies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112752766823270871?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112752766823270871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112752766823270871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112752766823270871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112752766823270871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/pretty-swell-day.html' title='A Pretty Swell Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112752664207539557</id><published>2005-09-23T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:50:42.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News From Yesterday</title><content type='html'>So no post for yesterday; our power went out and I was too lazy to turn the computer back on. You'll have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors lost Anti-Puff Day because Mr. Hissong is a big cheater and doesn't like our class. Grr. But I got a cool yellow shirt with Fall Out Boy lyrics on it...so all is good. The manager of Ricker's was incredibly mean and rude to me when we went there to get slushies, so we left without buying anything. But do you know what she said? "Good, leave." What happened to the customer always being right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112752664207539557?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112752664207539557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112752664207539557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112752664207539557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112752664207539557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/news-from-yesterday.html' title='News From Yesterday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112735269533696284</id><published>2005-09-21T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:33:24.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Heart ISTEP Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/9sfbkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/9sfbkg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do. Today was pretty awesome. Bri-Bri came to Panera when we were there, because I dropped hints in class. It was so amazing, I can't even get over it. Then Kelee, TS, Pickle, and I saw "Just Like Heaven", which is an amazing amazing movie! It was definitely worth my five freakin' fifty (aka $5.50). And it made me cry, which isn't really a surprise, because I usually cry in movies like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;And Kels wrote her ISTEP essay about me. Which pretty much makes my month...and she wrote 4 pages about me...which is amazing, because I don't think that I could write 4 pages about myself. Yay for her essay...and yay for her. Love ya to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Anti-Puff Day. Watch your backs juniors...watch your backs. I heart dodgeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Douse yourself in cheap perfume it's/So fitting, so fitting of the way you are/You can't cover it up/Can't cover it up&lt;br /&gt;-Fall Out Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112735269533696284?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112735269533696284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112735269533696284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112735269533696284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112735269533696284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-i-heart-istep-days.html' title='How I Heart ISTEP Days'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112734306016029296</id><published>2005-09-21T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:51:00.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/space%20north2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/space%20north2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...and my parents seem to only think that Lilbro is they're only child. I don't hate them...I actually love them to death, but they've been driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because...my mom is taking him to visit Purdue today (because we have today off too), but no one is taking me anywhere. And I'm the senior...I'm the one that actually has to go to college next year...interesting scenerio yes? And my dad took Lilbro to play golf yesterday. You know what he did for me? Made fun of me during Jeopardy. Thanks a bunch guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Where is the love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112734306016029296?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112734306016029296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112734306016029296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112734306016029296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112734306016029296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the Love?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112727017305189193</id><published>2005-09-20T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:36:13.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/z72696082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/z72696082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was thought to be a fun day because I didn't have to go to school due to ISTEP. But basically all I did was go and get my freakin' ugly senior pictures (blech) and go to Target. That's it. It was sooo boring...I want some spice in my life, but I don't know what the spice could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a really hard time making decisions and discovering what I want to do. I'm talking to a certain individual about it because she always makes me feel better. And she did. Maybe all I need is a job or a hobby or an extra-curricular thing, because I'm going nuts with all this free time thinking. Or maybe I should study for my psych test on Friday...yeah probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112727017305189193?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112727017305189193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112727017305189193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112727017305189193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112727017305189193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-spice_112727017305189193.html' title='Some Spice'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112725002220433886</id><published>2005-09-20T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:00:22.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How Quotes Make Me Feel</title><content type='html'>A quote for my bestest friends...you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You and I will always be close.&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve to know that&lt;br /&gt;you always have -and always will -&lt;br /&gt;hold a very special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Along with my favorite memories&lt;br /&gt;and right beside my highest hopes,&lt;br /&gt;I keep a very precious reminder that&lt;br /&gt;...we'll never be apart."&lt;br /&gt;--Jenn Davids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112725002220433886?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112725002220433886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112725002220433886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112725002220433886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112725002220433886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-how-quotes-make-me-feel.html' title='Oh How Quotes Make Me Feel'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112718178906230083</id><published>2005-09-19T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:03:09.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uplifting Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/z47378281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/z47378281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for today! I got a call from my mentor this morning saying that her son was sick and that everyone else at BBBS would be in an all-staff meeting. So I didn't have to go! Yay! Granted, I still have to make up those hours (and I don't know when I'll do that), but it was still wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I went to college. And TS and I were couting down the minutes until we could leave because our teacher hadn't shown up yet. And then this lady came in and told us that Dr. D was sick and that we didn't have class! So TS, Pickle, Kelee, and I went to Panera for ho cho (hot chocolate) and bagels. Kelee and TS might have "stolen" some of the free cream cheese for the samples for my bagel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the only class I went to today was yearbook. Too bad that doesn't happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Eli Manning rocks my world. He's hot and he's playing better than his brother right now...go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112718178906230083?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112718178906230083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112718178906230083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112718178906230083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112718178906230083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/uplifting-day.html' title='Uplifting Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112709480446827656</id><published>2005-09-18T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:53:24.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Heart Attacks</title><content type='html'>Colts won!! 10-3...I might have had a heart attack...several times. But it's ok in the end...because the Edge and the defense saved Peyton Manning's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm over that...I hope. Next week, we'll (meaning the Colts, but I like to think that I'm part of the team...riiiiiight) kick some tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Today's rundown: grocery store, Colts game, lunch (made by me), Colts won, made cupcakes for B-man's birthday, dinner (made by me), Madre told me that she "can't wait until we leave the house", because she's sick of my whining (she was most definitely not joking), Madre and I got into a "fight", and I'm still upset with her...uber upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112709480446827656?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112709480446827656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112709480446827656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112709480446827656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112709480446827656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/several-heart-attacks.html' title='Several Heart Attacks'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112701264610055371</id><published>2005-09-17T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:04:06.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Me Nuts</title><content type='html'>The yearbook is driving me crazy. I want it to be amazing; I want it to be better than any yearbook that my school has seen. The theme is perfect for it. The colors and the font are not. The spreads aren't perfect. The ideas are there, but I just can't get them out of my head. And it's driving me crazy. I wish I knew how to explain it better, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the Colts play tomorrow. Hoorah. And we're making cupcakes for B-man's birthday, but I don't know when yet. Yay for Colts and cupcakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112701264610055371?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112701264610055371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112701264610055371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112701264610055371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112701264610055371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/driving-me-nuts.html' title='Driving Me Nuts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112692882915453864</id><published>2005-09-16T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:47:09.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S'mores Heaven</title><content type='html'>Yay! Interview went swell...I got a second interview next Friday with the general manager Chad. Good ole' Chady...or maybe not. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The s'mores ice cream was amazing. It is the best ever. Everyone should be jealous of me...I experienced the s'mores heaven...and you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Nikki's school lost, but they held the "winners" to the lowest score that they've had in the last 100000 years. So claps for them. And I had a fun fun night! Thanks Nikki!!! Even though your friend probably hates me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Oh well right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112692882915453864?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112692882915453864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112692882915453864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112692882915453864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112692882915453864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/smores-heaven.html' title='S&apos;mores Heaven'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112690684146291713</id><published>2005-09-16T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:40:41.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Betting I'm Not</title><content type='html'>I'm getting ready for my interview at Best Buy...and I am reminded of the fact that I hate/abhor/totally detest interviews. Uggh...good luck to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm heading home for a quick dinner...and stopping by to grab a cup of "Campfire S'mores" ice cream...yumm. Then I'm off to a football game where I have to root for the soon-to-be-losers. Ouch...sorry Nikki. But it should be a blast...because I heart Nikki...and I heart Kels who is marching in the soon-to-be-winners band. Should be fun...I'll update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So call it quits or get a grip/Say you wanted a solution/You just wanted to be missed/Call me a safe bet/I'm betting I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;-Brand New&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112690684146291713?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112690684146291713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112690684146291713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112690684146291713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112690684146291713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-betting-im-not.html' title='I&apos;m Betting I&apos;m Not'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112683390208991177</id><published>2005-09-15T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:25:02.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Line in a Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/th_falloutboynotch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/th_falloutboynotch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was extremely boring. I saved the newspaper during my two periods of yearbook. The newspaper E-I-C (editor-in-chief for you non-journalism folks) had an emotional breakdown 5th period. It was remotely funny...and I didn't even feel bad for laughing. But it's ok, because I saved the newspaper, and I 'm not even get any credit or national publicity for it. But we all know where the credit lies...to me...that's right. To the cat's meow (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Umm...some signs  today pointed towards Muscles flirting with me. But I don't know if he's just a flirt...or he wants to flirt with me. I wish he just had a sign on his forehead that said "I heart Katie". Because that would rock...and basically put me into a happy coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...football game with Nikki! Whoop whoop, and we get to see Kels! And Nikki is so right...she's basically my only friend who is like me. And an interview at Best Buy...cross your fingers and say a prayer for me. I need a job! And I get to see Bri-Bri at college. Yay for Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112683390208991177?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112683390208991177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112683390208991177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112683390208991177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112683390208991177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-line-in-song.html' title='Just a Line in a Song'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112675235308603814</id><published>2005-09-14T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:45:53.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat's Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/dontwanttogotoschool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/dontwanttogotoschool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah...do I ever agree with that icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...I've discovered that whenever I get a crush on someone...I'm totally obsessed over them. I might have know that before now, but I think it's really dawned on me. Grr...why must I be so obsessive? It's probably scary. That's great; he's probably freakin' scared of me. Sigh. Why can't I do anything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did another one of those psychology experiments today. It was interesting. You had to rate your personality, your friends personalities, and your "significant others" personalities. But since I'm lacking in the significant others...I made up boyfriends (aka I pretended that certain individuals were my boyfriends...and it was fun...and I was happy). However, I don't think I'm like my friends at all, but opposites attract right? Hopefully...because they're stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure why several people think I'm the cat's meow, because I'm not. But when they say such wonderous things about...it makes my day/week/month/year/lifetime. And I hope that they know that. But not all of them read this...so I love you all anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112675235308603814?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112675235308603814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112675235308603814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112675235308603814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112675235308603814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/cats-meow.html' title='The Cat&apos;s Meow'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112666483098501084</id><published>2005-09-13T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:27:11.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Excitement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/tennis.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/tennis.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little icon that has nothing to do with anything. I'm so flippin' bored. I'm bored with my life. I need excitement; I thrive on excitement. I am excitement. Can I get a little excitement? Anything at all? Maybe a job...maybe a boy...maybe anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I might need is a new internship. But I might not be able to tell them that I want out of the internship that I have now. Because that might be mean. And I might get to start shadowing on Thursday, but they've been saying that for weeks. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do...what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112666483098501084?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112666483098501084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112666483098501084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112666483098501084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112666483098501084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-excitement.html' title='A Little Excitement?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112657737638503669</id><published>2005-09-12T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:09:36.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Cage of Emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/iminaglasscaseofemotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/iminaglasscaseofemotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ughh. I think I might &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my internship. I don't hate the people. In fact, the people are incredibly nice. I just don't really do anything except busy work. And I drive out there and it takes forever to get there and get back. Arggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm totally head over heels for Muscles. I mean so head over heels that when I saw Cacti today, it was just like Cacti and I were buddies. Which is awesome, because he' s an awesome friend...I think...I hope. But seriously Muscles is such a great guy, that I'm excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just feeling really weird about life in general. Not sure what's going on with that. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what I need is a.........day of my internship! Yes...September 14...aka Wednesday. Whoop whoop. And then 3 days off next week. I am the luckiest kid alive...well maybe not, but pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a comment here...is that too much to ask for! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112657737638503669?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112657737638503669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112657737638503669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112657737638503669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112657737638503669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/glass-cage-of-emotion.html' title='Glass Cage of Emotion'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112649655788095080</id><published>2005-09-11T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:42:37.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>You can't forget the event 4 years ago that shook this country. God bless everyone who died and everyone who survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not agree with this country, you may not like the government and you may not agree with the decisions made by the president. But freedom is brought to you by the troops who fight for it. God bless them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually...God bless everyone. And he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112649655788095080?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112649655788095080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112649655788095080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112649655788095080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112649655788095080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112649616103264097</id><published>2005-09-11T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:36:01.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Some Football?</title><content type='html'>So it's looking good for the Colts tonight. 0-5 in the preseason, but none of that matters now. Everyone may point and laugh at me for being such a nerdy fan, but I love the Colts...and have loved them for a long time. In fact, I just love football period. Go Colts...24-0...at least for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really else went on today. Monster-in-Law is a cute movie, but nothing to rave about. I also might have found a "new-ish" way to do my hair. Yay...for randomness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112649616103264097?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112649616103264097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112649616103264097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112649616103264097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112649616103264097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are You Ready for Some Football?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112640194281371435</id><published>2005-09-10T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T20:25:42.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever, Whenever</title><content type='html'>Well this won't be too long of a blog, because I did absolutely nothing today. Oh wait, for the second Saturday in a row, I hung out with my parents all day. Man I am so cool. However, I do have an interview next Friday at Best Buy, which could turn into a cool job at Best Buy, but we'll see. So yeah...I'm boring and when I get a crush on someone, I'm definitely obsessed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112640194281371435?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112640194281371435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112640194281371435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112640194281371435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112640194281371435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/whatever-whenever.html' title='Whatever, Whenever'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112632325554932965</id><published>2005-09-09T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:34:15.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Lone Goose</title><content type='html'>So random fun story about geese. Today as I was driving through college, I saw 4 geese. Three were on one side, and there was one lone goose on the other side. I drove past them and watched them in my rearview mirror. The lone goose looked right, then looked left and then crossed the road rather quickly. It was an uber preshy moment that only I witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lost our football game because of a missed field goal, but to Lilbro and I...it looked good. Darn it. And I had to witness the Home-town Hoes....who I despise. Grr. However, Muscles did score 3 touchdowns...and we only lost by 2 points to the 10th place team in the state. Go us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really else to say. Love me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112632325554932965?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112632325554932965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112632325554932965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112632325554932965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112632325554932965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-lone-goose.html' title='One Lone Goose'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112622573658663653</id><published>2005-09-08T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:30:54.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheapness in Florida</title><content type='html'>Yay for shorten school days! Hip-hip-hoorah! Because school got out at 12:40, we (Pickle, TS, and I) went to Wendy's for lunch...and it was yummy...and I got some ketchup (aka ketchtupe at school) on my cute shirt. Wah. I also got the new Seventeen magazine...and tried to do something cute with my hair, but I didn't have the right stuff...so I don't know if that's why it didn't turn out...or if it's because my hair hates me. It's probably the latter. Wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my house to originally watch movies, but as it turned out, we mainly looked for cheap Florida condos and cheap Florida flights for Spring Break 2006. I'm pretty sure I can become a travel agent because, I'm really good at finding the cheapness in Florida. It's going to be rockin'...me, Pickle, TS, and Kelee, along with my dad and brother...hitting the beaches in Florida. Yay us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;That's all...Katie out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112622573658663653?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112622573658663653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112622573658663653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112622573658663653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112622573658663653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/cheapness-in-florida.html' title='Cheapness in Florida'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112614546229542946</id><published>2005-09-07T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:11:39.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Sure What's Going On</title><content type='html'>So I got to see an organizational structure chart of BBBS today, and I was very very uber excited to see that I was on it. Granted I was at the very bottom of the chart (almost practically off the page), but it's all good. Are you one the BBBS organizational structure chart? I thought not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go to the dentist again today...to have my teeth resealed...blah. I hate the sound of the sand paper machine on my teeth. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to top it all off, on my way home this lady totally turned around and waved her finger and yelled at me. I wasn't doing anything to her! Then she followed me and got my license plate number (I think). I thought she was going to try to fight me (and she was with her six-year-old son...good example setting huh?), so I was trying to remember all my Taekwondo skills, but then she didn't. But then I got her license plate number (I think), so it's all good. But I think that I was uber shaky and nervous, because I didn't know what to do. What the heck would you have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Never wear your cute Target mocassins if you might be facing a freaky lady driver and she might want to beat you. Because the mocassins are not the ideal choice of fightwear shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112614546229542946?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112614546229542946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112614546229542946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112614546229542946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112614546229542946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-not-sure-whats-going-on.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sure What&apos;s Going On'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112605754836577826</id><published>2005-09-06T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:46:48.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying Gravity and Headaches</title><content type='html'>I got my parking spot today...good ole #51 if anyone dares to park there. Right next to Pickle and Kelee. Yay for that. Then went to the world's most boring day of interning at BBBS. I pretty much spent the whole 2 hours filing papers...which sucked mondoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I went to school and hung out with Pickle, TS, and Kelee. We looked at condos for our Spring Break trip and defied gravity with my Capri Sun pop can. It was amazing. Even B-man was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to yearbook and had two periods of headaches. The program wasn't finished and it needed to get done pronto...and it wasn't really anyone's fault. But then I had to finish the marching band page and that sucked...and then TS and Pickle missed a choir picture, so Ms. Ashton and I had to identify everyone in that picture (aka 30 people that we didn't really know) with the help of everyone in class (aka 4 people, because everyone else was out doing ads) in about 20 minutes. Somehow we managed to do it, and I'm still amazed that we did it in time. And I still need to work on the Alumni newsletter. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Sports/extra-curricular programs are not fun to make...especially in 20 minutes. Who really wants to know who's in choir anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;However, also in yearbook today...Muscles most definitely kept looking at me, gave me two high-fives, asked me for help on a math problem (that I tried to answer, but it might be totally wrong), and it basically really fun. I heart crushes...but I'm such a nerd around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;And I went to the Y today...and I now have calluses from the rowing machine. Wah right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112605754836577826?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112605754836577826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112605754836577826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112605754836577826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112605754836577826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/defying-gravity-and-headaches.html' title='Defying Gravity and Headaches'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112597184409816272</id><published>2005-09-05T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:36:53.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BC Pizza &amp; Queen of the Prom</title><content type='html'>Today was uber fun! And not really boring for once! HOORAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I went to lunch with Nikki and Kels...and that turned out to an adventure because we were planning to go to Pizza King which is basically a billion miles away from my house. When we (and I mean Nikki and I) arrived at the Pizza King it was certainly clear that it was close. Then we tried Red Robin...which is way too spency for our budgets (small small budgets). Then we picked up Kels and headed for the good ole Pizza Hut. We enjoyed the buffet and I enjoyed the buffalo chicken...a little too much. My stomach hurt...and when I mentioned this, Nikki accussed me of eating too much of my beloved pizza. Never...I will never let Nikki say such blasphemy about my buffalo chicken pizza. Anyways it was really fun and we had a love-fest...and I pretty much love them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Then TS and Pickle were uber bored, so we had board game party at my humble abode. It was uber fun because Pickle brought some ancient board games like "Fun City" and "Barbie: Queen of the Prom". I basically lost at Trouble, Sorry, and Fun City...but I mondoly whomped on TS and Pickle in the Queen of the Prom game. And I had the hot prom king...aka Bob. Bob whose hair is white and whose eyebrows are brown. Odd huh? He certainly was the metro of his time. But he was also certainly hot...in a Barbie card from a game sort of way. A lot hotter than Tom...Tom the nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112597184409816272?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112597184409816272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112597184409816272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112597184409816272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112597184409816272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/bc-pizza-queen-of-prom.html' title='BC Pizza &amp; Queen of the Prom'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112588443719824181</id><published>2005-09-04T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:40:37.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Really Important...</title><content type='html'>So the whole bowling thing with my LS didn't work out too well. Actually it was pretty sucky. I feel awful, but I'm totally dreading the next outing. She doesn't talk at all. And she doesn't seem very friendly or grateful. Sigh. I feel like a horrible person, because I know that I'm suppose to be helping her out in her life...and I feel like I'm doing nothing to help her out...this sucks. Thanks to Nikki though, for saying I'm not a horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Y and worked out my frustrations there. It made me feel a lot better. Yay for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came home and made tin foil stew for the family. It turned out ok, and my parents said it was pretty good, but who knows what they're really thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to Pizza King to meet Kelsey and Nikki for lunch. Yay for that...even though I'm going to have to drive forever...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to listen to some newly downloaded music, eat a caramel Crunch ice cream thingy, and watch some more of Man of the House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112588443719824181?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112588443719824181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112588443719824181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112588443719824181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112588443719824181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-really-important.html' title='Nothing Really Important...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112579858288054280</id><published>2005-09-03T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:49:42.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some 80's Movie</title><content type='html'>So...our football team lost last night, but not as bad as Nikki's school! And she was so confident...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the VIP Day at Riley's new workplace. It has amazing food...it's probably incredibly fattening too, but oh so good. It was really fun and delicious. And non-boring (unlike the rest of my day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and downloaded some music (legally). And watched the ending of some 80's movie that I really want to know what it's called because it was cute. And then I tried to explain it to my mom, because I thought she might know what it was, but she clearly didn't. Then I wrote an essay for a scholarship...which pretty much was BS. Then I went out with my parents to the mall and found absolutely nothing there. And then we went to Dick's Sporting Goods and I filled out an application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Want to know something horrible? I am dreading my outing tomorrow with my LS. How awful is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112579858288054280?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112579858288054280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112579858288054280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112579858288054280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112579858288054280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-80s-movie.html' title='Some 80&apos;s Movie'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112571275604332956</id><published>2005-09-02T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T13:11:33.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boys...</title><content type='html'>Today in Psych...Bri-Bri "stripped" and he totally has abs. And Kelee and I were the only ones to see it. Yay for us. And then we giggled. And Pickle had to pass the attendance sheet to him...and TS let a full laugh out...and I giggled silently. And some pharamacy person...talked about her pharmacy and the clients that come in for about 3 minutes at the speed of sound. And TS made fun of her...and I laughed again. It was a funny...and Bri-Bri enjoyable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cacti, and did not freak out. I think that I don't like him as much because I don't see him everyday for 6 hours. That's what Nikki and I decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in yearbook...I looked at Muscles...and he looked at me. Which sounds really dumb, but it happened like 8 times. Which sounds really dumb because I counted it. Loser am I. And then I stood next to him in the yearbook photo...and that was fun...really fun. Because we were really smushed together. It was uber fun...and I got chills when his arm touched me. I realize that I sound like an idoit. But deal with me.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So I'm free all weekend...and it's a three-day weekend. And I haven't done anything fun all week. So if someone wants to do something with me...I'm free all weekend minus Sunday from 1:00 to around 3:00. Please help me get unbored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: My heart goes out to all of those people devastated by Hurricane Katrina. I was born in Louisiana, and it breaks my heart to see all those poor people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112571275604332956?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112571275604332956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112571275604332956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112571275604332956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112571275604332956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-boys.html' title='Oh Boys...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112562146904997818</id><published>2005-09-01T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:37:49.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Bad Person...</title><content type='html'>Sooo...I come home to check my email...and it turns out that my ex-best friend sent me an email stating this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey katie, i was wondering if you would come to church with me on sunday. it's nothing special, just a regular day but i would really like it if you would come. i know i'm not at the top of your list right now but if you don't do it for me, then do it for yourself. i don't know what your standing with God is, but its up to believers like me to spread the Word to those who don't know Him. I would really like you to learn about Christ and how awesome it is for Him to live in your life. Think about it and let me know what you decide. You don't have to come right away, it's just something to think about. You're always in my prayers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I basically looked at the computer screen, with my mouth gaping open for about 5 minutes. Until I called TS and Pickle to tell them about this horrible email. They both agreed that I am not a bad person...and I'm wondering how Christian-like it is to stab someone in the back? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record...I do believe in God and Jesus. I love them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I also met my LS today. It was awkward. Probably the most awkward awkward thing I've ever awkwardly experienced. I couldn't find her house, so therefore I was late...which was sad, but oh well. She's not what I expected at all. But she's cool...I hope. We're going bowling on Sunday. And that should be interesting...because...I have no idea why, but I hope she has fun...and I hope that I have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"You'll sit alone forever/If you wait for the right time/What are you hoping for?" -Jimmy Eat World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112562146904997818?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112562146904997818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112562146904997818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112562146904997818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112562146904997818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-bad-person.html' title='I&apos;m a Bad Person...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112554092226611644</id><published>2005-08-31T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:15:22.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's for Comet and Nikki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/andymilonakisicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/andymilonakisicon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww I heart this icon...and the rap that should accompany it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112554092226611644?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112554092226611644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112554092226611644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112554092226611644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112554092226611644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-ones-for-comet-and-nikki.html' title='This One&apos;s for Comet and Nikki'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112553581526649143</id><published>2005-08-31T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:52:52.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimately...Bored</title><content type='html'>I have to say...so if you hate whining...this is not the post to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SO FREAKIN' BORED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find anything to do! I'm bored at school...almost bored at my internship, but they always keep me going (the work is just boring)...and then I'm bored when I come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS NOTHING TO DO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help a girl out! Inspire me to do something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;And the back of my legs hurt really badly. It's like a charley horse, but not quite that bad. Make it goooo awaaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112553581526649143?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112553581526649143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112553581526649143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112553581526649143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112553581526649143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/ultimatelybored.html' title='Ultimately...Bored'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112544847532533932</id><published>2005-08-30T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:34:35.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hooray!</title><content type='html'>Today was successful. The first SSH meeting went ok (despite Stu's horrible efforts at being a president), my internship went ok, and yearbook was boring (but Nick, Muscles, and I did have an interesting, but saddening discussion about draft dodging).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school (so I wouldn't have to be bored by myself at home), TS, Pickle, and I went mall shopping. I bought a cute shirt, three bracelets, and a necklace. It was productive shopping for me, but not for my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to veg, and BBBS called me to let me know that they had a match for me! YAY! So now I have a meet and greet on Thursday to meet her (and greet her...lol). So I'm uber excited for that, but also very nervous. I don't want to screw anything up...and I don't want her to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"I'm letting go of all my downer thoughts/In no time there'll be one less sad robot/Looking for a chance to be something more than just metal"     -Jack's Mannequin (AKA the best band ever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112544847532533932?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112544847532533932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112544847532533932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112544847532533932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112544847532533932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Hip Hip Hooray!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112536471711174607</id><published>2005-08-29T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:18:37.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Get That Bored</title><content type='html'>So basically Psych was fun today. However, I didn't see a certain individual after class. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started my internship at Big Brothers, Big Sisters today. It was cool, because everyone there is really really nice. The rest of the day was uber boring. But the good news is that our yearbook this year will most likely be full-color! Yay for Mark and his persuasive moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;After school I was uber bored and sick of being at home alone, so I went a worked out at the Y. I told Pickle about this...and she said, "I get bored, but I never get that bored." Oh what a good laugh I had and am still having about that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Woe is...someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112536471711174607?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112536471711174607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112536471711174607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112536471711174607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112536471711174607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-never-get-that-bored.html' title='I Never Get That Bored'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112527648026864240</id><published>2005-08-28T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:48:00.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Huh?</title><content type='html'>So today I went to the Y and worked out. Then I went to fill out an application at Kohl's and then went shopping at Old Navy. But while I was in Old Navy, someone robbed the TJ Maxx right next door. I saw the police car race down the shopping center...and later I heard that they caught the robber(s). So yay for the police!! But it was really weird and kinda freaky that I was in the store right next to it. Heck if they had robbed Old Navy, I would have been in the store. Freaky huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and did nothing. It was a glorious Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm watching FahrenHYPE 9-11...which is an amazing movie. Boo Michael Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very sad that I can't help out with the race with all the other C.I.T.'s. Darn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112527648026864240?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112527648026864240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112527648026864240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112527648026864240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112527648026864240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaky-huh.html' title='Freaky Huh?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112520003103521704</id><published>2005-08-27T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:33:51.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Little Things</title><content type='html'>So the camp reunion today was awesomely amazing. Big shout-out to Kerri who planned it so well! I totally had a blast hanging out with everyone that showed up. I really miss everyone and their little quirks when I'm not with them. I don't really know how to describe the feeling that camp and the people that I have met there brings to me. It's a wonderful feeling and I hope I never lose it. It's calming and exciting at the same time; it's new and refreshing, but still old and classic. It's a rush of emotions that flow about me...it's my life...my second home. Like Christy and I said, it's where we would run away to if we ever wanted to run away. It's more than anything I could ask for from a combination of 10 summers. And it was hard to leave it again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already miss everyone all over again...just when I thought that I had finished being sad. But oh well...Nikki said on her blog that we're really never saying goodbye, and I agree with her (basically because we have the same mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I cam back and TS and Pickle came over. We watched &lt;strong&gt;Urban Legend&lt;/strong&gt; and ate pizza and cookies; we even managed to play a few rounds of Clue...which I might have mondoly lost at. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Just so everyone knows...I think I have a crush on Muscles, basically because he's at school and I'm at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the lingering crush on Cacti, but Nikki and I talked, and I think that she is incredibly smart and figured something out that I would have never figured out, but it makes perfect sense to me. And part of it is that I'm not seeing Cacti every day now...so it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Oh me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112520003103521704?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112520003103521704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112520003103521704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112520003103521704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112520003103521704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s The Little Things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112511208367574079</id><published>2005-08-26T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:12:49.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bri-Bri &amp; Muscles</title><content type='html'>So I'm uber glad that the first week of school is over. I can finally get into a routine now (because I can finally go to my internship), and not be bored for the entire school day...well hopefully not be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TS, Pickle, Kelee, and I have decided that the cute guy who sits in front of us at college shall be called Brian....or affectionately called Bri-Bri. Bri-Bri is not a Cacti replacement...he is just hot. And sometimes girls with puffy hair block our view of him...and Kelee gets hostile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So TS and I got to the football game earlier than Pickle did...and we both decided that we think that Muscles* could possibly be an eligible bachelor. He has very nice muscles...if you can't tell from his "codename". Muscles is also not a Cacti replacement...however I was pretty obsessed with him at the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain "hoes" were driving me nuts at the game. Wearing a tank top so that it looks like a sports bra is probably not best around parents and small children. Probably not a bright idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that we won our game 7-0. If we didn't I'll probably cry. We left a couple of minutes early to beat the traffic and to get away from an annoying member of the colorguard. I felt like I was going to punch her everytime she said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...Camp reunion...be there or be trapezoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112511208367574079?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112511208367574079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112511208367574079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112511208367574079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112511208367574079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/bri-bri-muscles.html' title='Bri-Bri &amp; Muscles'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112502086827017014</id><published>2005-08-25T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T20:47:48.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving to the "Ghetto"</title><content type='html'>So school was boring. Except for 3rd period where Kelee, Pickle, TS, and I played "keep-away" in the photos room for about 15 minutes. It was amazingly fun and silly...and I laughed and laughed and laughed. I basically had laughing-asthma...it was great. Then we came out and asked B-man if he could hear all the noise we were making...and he said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the "dirty south/the ghetto" to watch a tennis match. But the person I wanted to watch coughCACTIcough wasn't even there. I definitely thought he was on the tennis team. Nikki introduced to me to some of her friends and I got to watch Maria's boyfriend, "Zachy", play tennis. Which was pretty exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drove Nikki home...and her mom is so cute. She invited me to eat French toast with Nikki...and she loved my "fabulous" hair. Well Nikki's mom...that makes two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, even though Nikki thinks I had zero fun. And I got to have my Nikki night. And see Cacti's house....which is conviently by my internship. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112502086827017014?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112502086827017014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112502086827017014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112502086827017014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112502086827017014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/driving-to-ghetto.html' title='Driving to the &quot;Ghetto&quot;'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112500296854641485</id><published>2005-08-25T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:50:03.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Comet...</title><content type='html'>Kiss slowly, love deeply, forget quickly. Life's too short for you to be anything but happy. Take chances, give everything. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash. Fall in love. Get to know someone random. Be random. Always smile. Sing out loud. Laugh at a stupid joke. Cry. Get revenge. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Let someone know what they're missing. Laugh till your stomach hurts. Live life. And most of all, have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspritation provided by Comet's profile...yay for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112500296854641485?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112500296854641485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112500296854641485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112500296854641485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112500296854641485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/from-comet.html' title='From Comet...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112491634492865723</id><published>2005-08-24T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:45:44.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Hotter in Real Life</title><content type='html'>Soo I heart my college class. And I've decided that I will love it forever. The class was fun; I don't understand anything, but it was fun. The teacher rocks. There was a really hot boy sitting in front of Pickle today, but his haircut made it look like he had a bald spot...but he was still really hot. And the chairs rock...even though they are a little hard to get use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the best part. The best part is that when I walked out of class...there standing before me was Cacti. I basically freaked out in my mind, but kept my cool. We exchanged "hey's" and "How's it going's" before I had to leave. Mind you he looked very hot...and I was definitely wearing a cute outfit. Yay for that! And my friends were all like, "Who was that?" And I had to wait a minute to tell them because I got all giggly and stupid and such...and didn't want Cacti to overhear my silly girlyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then clencher of the whole thing is a quote from my dear friend Kelee, "He's hotter in real life than in that picture." Yes he is Kelee, yes he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then because it made my day...I talked about it all day. And my friends were probably sick of me talking about Cacti, my Cacti....and were probably sick of me period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112491634492865723?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112491634492865723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112491634492865723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112491634492865723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112491634492865723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/hes-hotter-in-real-life.html' title='He&apos;s Hotter in Real Life'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112484460566615308</id><published>2005-08-23T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T19:50:43.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About 50 Boxes</title><content type='html'>Today no college, but a Student Council meeting at 7:30, that I suffered through, because I should be president, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, Kelee, Pickle, and TS came over to the house for an hour before we had to go to school. We played cards and thought that we were rebels because we were "skipping school".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a 30 minute seminar for interning. Could have gone home again, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch in B-man's room. Made up games with Kelee's necklace. Then B-man said that Ms. I'm-Not-Married wanted to see me. "Something about 50 boxes in her room," he said. I raced down to the room to see that the yearbooks had arrived. YAY! Except for a few small mistakes, it looks good. It's a lot better than the last 4 years...so that's an improvement...right? I'm sure people will pick it apart, but I'm tough...I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two periods of yearbook were awesome and mellow, and then crazy and annoying. My 4th period class rocks, but last period basically sucks. Atleast all the spreads are assigned and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112484460566615308?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112484460566615308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112484460566615308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112484460566615308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112484460566615308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-about-50-boxes.html' title='Something About 50 Boxes'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112474439076110237</id><published>2005-08-22T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:59:50.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Irony</title><content type='html'>So my last post title was So Long and Boring...well that's pretty much how the blog was too. Crazy huh? Oh me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112474439076110237?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112474439076110237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112474439076110237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112474439076110237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112474439076110237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-irony.html' title='Oh the Irony'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112474430233136737</id><published>2005-08-22T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:58:22.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long and Boring</title><content type='html'>So whiny school time...skip ahead if you don't want to hear my crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes at 6:45...I had to be at school to meet my "car pool" at 7:15. Thanks a bunch Mom. Luckily I can get ready in 30 minutes...and still look beautiful. Riiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to local college. Realized that my college class is HUGE. Didn't see Cacti, so I didn't have to go into a "happy coma", but there was other potential hotties in my class. None quite like Cacti, but who is? The teacher makes me laugh...and we did basically nothing. And our first test is a month from today. That rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ventured back to school. I had to go to this stupid internship meeting...and then the advisor pointed out that I didn't have the necessary papers signed. Snapdragon. So I couldn't leave school to go home like the rest of my peers. So I decorated my locker in all camp glory. Yay for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrid period I hung out with TS, Pickle, and KG in their independent photos class, because I was suppose to be interning, but wasn't going to drive out to BBBS. That was uber fun. Lunch sucked, because I just had a PB&amp;J. Uggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearbook was next and it is an awesome class. There are 6 seniors...and about 8 freshmen...because it's the first of two yearbook classes. And it rocked. The freshmen are so intimidated by me and it rocks. And the seniors are mostly cool and will do what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth period is an internship for yearbook. Had to go to a stupid seminar, but then came back to the yearbook class. Not such a great class, because there is about 3 annoying seniors and one of the twins is in there. Gag me. I don't really know anyone, but it should be cool? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, to sum up the day: Long, boring, boring, long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112474430233136737?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112474430233136737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112474430233136737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112474430233136737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112474430233136737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-long-and-boring.html' title='So Long and Boring'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112466927368725778</id><published>2005-08-21T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T19:07:53.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite Sure</title><content type='html'>So I'm not quite sure that I want my senior year to start tomorrow. Granted, it will...no matter what I say. I'm excited for college, but I'm not sure I want to give up high school right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless my senior year of high school starts tomorrow. Yay right? I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Today TS, Pickle, and I had our last hoorah before school starts. We baked cookies. Yeah, we baked cookies for our last hoorah...what are you going to do about it? We also watched the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince &amp; Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I heart that movie so. The prince is way hot...even though his name is Edvard...and most of the actors in the movie basically suck at acting. It was still uber cute. And I want to marry a prince...riiiiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm also starting college tomorrow. Actually I'm just taking a Psychology class at the local college with TS, Pickle, and KG. Yay for us...yay for college, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112466927368725778?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112466927368725778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112466927368725778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112466927368725778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112466927368725778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-quite-sure.html' title='Not Quite Sure'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112459000964715764</id><published>2005-08-20T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:06:49.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Collages Are My One True Love</title><content type='html'>Yeah so what if I'm obsessed with Cacti, photo collages, and my hair? I just happen to like them all very very very very much right now. And anyone (coughNikkicough) who can't take it...can go...hang out with Lemonade. But oh wait, he's booked for this weekend. Ouch huh? Jk Nikki, jk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways today Nikki and I made some stellar photo collages and I'm in love with mine, but they don't hang quite right, but hey...what can a girl do? We had a blast making them, even though it took me an hour to find a suitable quote...and I don't even really like the one I found. Egad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to dinner with the Gallaghers again. It was fun, but I was bit bored because Ted wasn't there. And he always makes me laugh...soo...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I want to do something with TS and Pickle, but I'm not sure what. And I'm not sure I want to orchestrate the plans, because I always do. And I want someone else to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112459000964715764?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112459000964715764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112459000964715764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112459000964715764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112459000964715764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/photo-collages-are-my-one-true-love.html' title='Photo Collages Are My One True Love'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112450530943928988</id><published>2005-08-19T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:35:09.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mint Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>So today was fun...riiiiiiight. Bored in the morning...so bored that I made Lilbro go to recycling with me so that we could get it over with. Made mac &amp; cheese for lunch...and it was yucky. Pretty much did nothing until it was time to go out to eat with the Gallaghers and everyone for Nancy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was uber fun. Messed around with Ted, and Lilbro and I totally made fun of him and Erin behind their backs. They're totally going to go out eventually...Erin is obsessed with him. I must admit though, it's fun for me to watch someone be obsessed over a guy...instead of it being me obsessed with a certain desert plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I ate way too much mint chocolate ice cream and am definitely regretting it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: However tempting the delicious green ice cream is...it will still cause your stomach to hurt afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112450530943928988?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112450530943928988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112450530943928988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112450530943928988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112450530943928988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/mint-ice-cream.html' title='Mint Ice Cream'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112441538923915993</id><published>2005-08-18T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:36:29.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good is Good</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was boring...went to the world's most boring meeting that lasted almost 2 hours (is this a preview of my senior year...I think yes), got my college book, and got 3 shirts at Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Today tinkered around with making jewelry til 1:30, when I went to school to learn the new yearbook program. Which I didn't really learn, because they don't have the yearbook program made yet, so I just learned some things on Adobe. Goofed off with Ms. I'm-Not-Married and Chelsea...while the "other" Katie worked hard on her headline for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Why work when you can make fun of Chelsea going to "do her locker"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I also got my hair cut today. It's uber uber cute and I heart it so. Anyone who doesn't like it can answer to my.....fist. That's right. I'll hit you. And my hair is very cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112441538923915993?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112441538923915993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112441538923915993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112441538923915993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112441538923915993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-is-good.html' title='Good is Good'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112424766859384606</id><published>2005-08-16T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:03:00.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Track</title><content type='html'>So today Lilbro and I went "Back-to-School Shopping". Boy was that fun. I got two new shirts, but nothin' special. I waited too long to get my cute messenger bag from Target...so now I have to pay $5 more to have it shipped to me. Darn my stingyness. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came back and did nothing for many hours. Luckily I was saved by Nikki and Kels. We went to Panera's to have coffee. That was really fun, because I really missed them. I felt really bad when it was time to leave, so I had to get out of there really quickly because I was going to cry loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the night: "The manager came in with scissors...and cut my dress. She cut my dress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Kels breaks dresses. Ones that fit her amazingly...and would have only cost $25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112424766859384606?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112424766859384606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112424766859384606' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112424766859384606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112424766859384606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-on-track.html' title='Back On Track'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112419965881728625</id><published>2005-08-16T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:40:58.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Here It Goes</title><content type='html'>I'm back! And shooting the Nationals was fun...but I basically sucked and therefore did not win anything. But nobody wants to hear about that, so on to other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So we have people re-shingling our house, and it's uber uber annoying. They started pounding on our roof at 7. I was trying to sleep in. Imagine my joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm sitting here at 8:30 trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my day...hmmm. Tomorrow at least at 10:30 I have to go into school for a Student Rotarian meeting. Which should be interesting. Note the choice of the word interesting. Not fun, not exciting, but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really boring. Sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I miss camp uber lots. I basically told my dad and several close friends about firehooping, T-dawg's crew, the "I don't know" sound that Nikki and I make, and other fun camp stories. They were pretty much really sick of me by the end of the week. But I really heart you all and miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112419965881728625?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112419965881728625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112419965881728625' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112419965881728625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112419965881728625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-here-it-goes.html' title='So Here It Goes'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112376864870663707</id><published>2005-08-11T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T08:57:28.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Elsewhere</title><content type='html'>Soo...going somewhere...won't be updating til maybe Monday night...maybe not even til Tuesday. Be strong though...I know you'll be missing me and my blog. Mainly my blog...but still. Love ya all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112376864870663707?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112376864870663707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112376864870663707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112376864870663707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112376864870663707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/going-elsewhere.html' title='Going Elsewhere'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112376846164553370</id><published>2005-08-11T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T08:54:21.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Milonakis Rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/franke%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/320/franke%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock peas on my head but don’t call me a pea head&lt;br /&gt;Bees on my head but don’t call me a bee head&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Lees on my head but don’t call me a Leehead&lt;br /&gt;Now please excuse me I gotsta get my tree fed&lt;br /&gt;You wear name brands and I make my own clothing&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with an apple who loves self loathing (i hate myself)&lt;br /&gt;Pancake on my face makes me extra happy&lt;br /&gt;I like shampoo bottles that sit on my lappy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz its my show you can’t tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;When life hands me lemons I make beef stew&lt;br /&gt;So yo I gotta go its time for me to rock it&lt;br /&gt;I put baloney in my left pocket&lt;br /&gt;Smear some cream cheese in my gold locket&lt;br /&gt;Cuz its my show im Andy Milonakis&lt;br /&gt;Its my show im Shmandy Shmilashmakis&lt;br /&gt;Its my show im Andy Milonakis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112376846164553370?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112376846164553370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112376846164553370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112376846164553370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112376846164553370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/andy-milonakis-rap.html' title='Andy Milonakis Rap'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112376824744309768</id><published>2005-08-11T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T08:50:47.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Sandwich On Twin Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/franke%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/320/franke%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocking the Katie sandwich. I know you're all jealous...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112376824744309768?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112376824744309768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112376824744309768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112376824744309768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112376824744309768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/katie-sandwich-on-twin-bread.html' title='Katie Sandwich On Twin Bread'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112372043214572241</id><published>2005-08-10T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:34:06.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where is the good in goodbye?&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/10715428-112372043214572241?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112372043214572241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112372043214572241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112372043214572241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112372043214572241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/lack-of-something.html' title='Lack of Something'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112369609888143036</id><published>2005-08-10T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:50:16.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Own It, Can't Clone It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/franke%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/320/franke%20066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Dawg's Crew...rockin' the Kelsey-made t-shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112369609888143036?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112369609888143036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112369609888143036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112369609888143036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112369609888143036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/cant-own-it-cant-clone-it.html' title='Can&apos;t Own It, Can&apos;t Clone It'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112369595963540596</id><published>2005-08-10T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:49:35.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/franke%200691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/320/franke%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/franke%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh...Kevin is hilariously funny looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112369595963540596?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112369595963540596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112369595963540596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112369595963540596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112369595963540596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-my-hilarious.html' title='Oh My Hilarious'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112369504502465005</id><published>2005-08-10T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:30:45.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Sure How to Put This</title><content type='html'>Hmm...so how to say this. I didn't win "Outstanding CIT". I was uber bummed. Probably too bummed in fact. I got my hopes up too high, and then they all came crashing down. I really appreciate the fact that those who have talked to me about it...think that I deserved it. That made me feel really really good. And so did Kerri's blog; yay for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pow-wow was amazing. Everyone rocked. I'm really glad that my parents, TS, Pickle, and Sarah were all there for me. And Andrea, Kayla, and Darcy made me feel really good after it was all over. And I cried...but it's ok because Kels and Cacti sang "Tell Me Why" next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the overnight, we stayed up way too late. The 5th years slept by the fire...and talked for most of the night. We all woke up at the same time too...which was uber weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for take-down, I wasn't quite as sad as I thought that I would be. It's weird...I figured that I would be bawling, but I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franke people: I love you all...each in your own special way, but never doubt that I don't love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112369504502465005?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112369504502465005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112369504502465005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112369504502465005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112369504502465005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-not-sure-how-to-put-this.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sure How to Put This'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112354870535883328</id><published>2005-08-08T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:54:23.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9-5 Weirdness</title><content type='html'>Ok so today was one of the weirdest Big Pow-wow set-up days ever. A few select people were acting really weird...like they were better than everyone else. And it's not like they're the gods of camp... I think I'm just really upset, because I wanted everything to be perfect for my last Big Pow-wow set-up...and it most definitely was one of the worst. But it slightly got better when Kels got there and dance practice started. And there was some weird Cacti moments, but nothing spectacular...and I'm a little confused about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick was definitely being mean to Nikki all day, which is so not cool. But Lemonade was being uber nice...so that might have made up for it. And Kyle made a HUGE picture of Eric's priceless face...that made everyone laugh uber lots.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in Dance of the Heavens, Happy Warrior, Spirit Dance, the Lighting of the Fire, and Fire Hoop for Big Pow-wow. It's going to be awesome...so everyone should come out and watch me be awesome. Because I am...and let's pray that it doesn't rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112354870535883328?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112354870535883328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112354870535883328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112354870535883328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112354870535883328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/9-5-weirdness.html' title='9-5 Weirdness'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112347132669142794</id><published>2005-08-07T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:22:06.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of the Night</title><content type='html'>Quote 1, talking about a certain someone who can't be fun and spontaneous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: You know what kills me...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Guns, knives&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Big sticks&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sharks&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Cancer, lightning&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wild boars&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Bathtubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part? I laughed mondoly hard at everything we said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Quote 2, me talking to Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Nikki, I'm not really your friend...I just play one on T.V."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too funny...oh Kelsey's birthday party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112347132669142794?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112347132669142794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112347132669142794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112347132669142794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112347132669142794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/quotes-of-night.html' title='Quotes of the Night'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112347107418037015</id><published>2005-08-07T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:18:40.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber Funness</title><content type='html'>So today was uber fun. Nikki came over to make Kels's surprise photo collage and it was amazing!! I seriously wanted to keep it...no joke...it's that amazing. I've decided that I want to marry photo collages. They are the bomb diggity...and I realize that that particular phrase has not been said in a long long time. In other news, I found one of the beads from my missing skills award...exciting news for Katie. I also have the best picture of me, Nikki, Kels, and Cacti. It's uber preshy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kels's party was way way fun. Except for the volleyball part...but other than that I had a blast. And she had very scrumtulesant cake. And she loved her photo collage, except not as much as I loved it. And a lot of people gave her gum...because I told them too. Because I heart gum. And Kevin totally gave her money and gum, just like I did for Sarah...because everybody loves money...and I heart gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Nikki owes me about 20 Cokes because we have the same mind...and I am much better at the "you owe me a Coke" saying. Yay for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112347107418037015?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112347107418037015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112347107418037015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112347107418037015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112347107418037015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/uber-funness.html' title='Uber Funness'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112337363550051099</id><published>2005-08-06T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:13:55.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Blues</title><content type='html'>Things I'm not happy about: being bored on the weekend (the weekend for pete's sake), having to say goodbye to everyone, overanalyzing the situation that happened on Friday, overanalyzing what Cacti did, being bored, being so bored that I wasted 2 hours watching Zoolander, having to go to school soon, I think that I didn't pay my one college class dues on time, I also think that I ate too much bread at dinner, that I'm a freakin' crybaby, and that due to the fact that school is starting, I'm not going to have any fun anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river huh? Well I already have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112337363550051099?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112337363550051099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112337363550051099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112337363550051099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112337363550051099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/summertime-blues.html' title='Summertime Blues'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112330106273801019</id><published>2005-08-05T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:04:22.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End As We Know It</title><content type='html'>So today was my last day as a CIT. Dragonboy got his dogtag...and I basically earned it for him. I got to walk out to the fire for the last time. Nick got to be Rachael for a day...which is another story...everything was really sad. My favorite part of the day was when Liz gave me the present with the really nice car. She rocks. Oh and at flag, I had to stand with Dragonboy, but Nikki and Christy saved me a spot that nobody could stand in, and it was uber uber uber preshy. Oh and I basically cried a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was "Movie Night" at Phill's. But basically it was just walking around Phill's neighborhood, Kyle making a tayzar (sp?), having a "hate-fest" for some people who deserve it, and me crying some more. It was way way fun. Good job Phill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112330106273801019?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112330106273801019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112330106273801019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112330106273801019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112330106273801019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/end-as-we-know-it.html' title='The End As We Know It'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112319895087145678</id><published>2005-08-04T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:42:30.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time to Laugh, A Time to Cry</title><content type='html'>So updating you all on today and yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo with Dragonboy. He was pretty awesome at the zoo because the animals captured his attention (which is something I have yet to accomplish). Nothing really interesting happened the rest of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried at Skit Night because it was the last one...and because they sang "Tell Me Why" and that song always gets me. Everyone gave me hugs and made me feel good. Then Nick took a picture of me crying...not cool. Somehow Comet made her mom and couldn't come out with us and I was uber uber sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Logan's I encountered a yearbook disaster, but that was fixed this morning. We hung out at Logan's...Phill sat by his love...Nikki sat by her love...Kels sat by me...(not implying anything). Then Cacti came later, and I was happy. We're doing a cool surprise because Matt's an idoit. Then we walked around JP and played in the fountain while singing songs. On our way out, these boys asked us to teach them the "Elbows back" song. Made me laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started off sad when Logan called me up and told me because it was my last day I could pick any counselor to go with. Was uber confused because I have special needs. Logan remembered this and turned me down...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonboy was annoying today, and so was the rest of the tribe. However, as a "nice" change of pace, today he talked about Pokemon. Yay! coughcoughsarcasmcoughcough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I never took on special needs...grr. However tomorrow he has to be quiet...so that rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112319895087145678?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112319895087145678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112319895087145678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112319895087145678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112319895087145678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-to-laugh-time-to-cry.html' title='A Time to Laugh, A Time to Cry'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112302183649928339</id><published>2005-08-02T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:43:11.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to California</title><content type='html'>How long I’ll wait&lt;br /&gt;Just to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You could never let me in&lt;br /&gt;Holding on until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I waste just to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Out of your way&lt;br /&gt;I could do this right&lt;br /&gt;Can’t see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Won’t feel you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long I’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;Just to say goodbye, say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all the fights and all&lt;br /&gt;Summer’s getting colder&lt;br /&gt;Drive all night to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Back to California&lt;br /&gt;Days went by&lt;br /&gt;We waited and I guess we’re getting older&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t win in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sugarcult; Back to California&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Fits me quite well actually...minus two lines...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112302183649928339?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112302183649928339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112302183649928339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112302183649928339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112302183649928339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-california.html' title='Back to California'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112302155953535203</id><published>2005-08-02T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:25:59.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Boy</title><content type='html'>So Mark annoyed me again today...but it's ok because like Nikki said, the rest of my tribe totally makes up for his annoyingness. And Liz and I had a bonding moment today. She made Mark's dogtag and it totally has a dragon on it...it makes me laugh a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last Tuesday, my last time at Bloody Gorge, and my last time at Bullet Hill. Thankfully this was also my last day of baked beans...blech! So I'm kinda glad that I'm with special needs this week, because I get to do everything for one last time...and because Mark is annoying me so much that I'm not mopey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I'm still listening to sad songs and I am enjoying how they make me think about the end. Call me weird, I've heard worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112302155953535203?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112302155953535203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112302155953535203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112302155953535203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112302155953535203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/dragon-boy.html' title='Dragon Boy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112294560673422308</id><published>2005-08-01T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:20:06.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I thought I was over feeling sad...this song made me sad happy...so I guess that's good huh? I'm getting happy Katie back instead of mopey Katie. The Dr. Seuss poem is still the definite emotion winner, but this one relates too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is one big stage&lt;br /&gt;And it's all the rage&lt;br /&gt;To go walking out&lt;br /&gt;To take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me roam&lt;br /&gt;See me climb&lt;br /&gt;If I leave here now&lt;br /&gt;I can make good time&lt;br /&gt;See me fall&lt;br /&gt;See me rise&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing one last look&lt;br /&gt;Then I wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light shines on my face&lt;br /&gt;But I need my space&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;How bout you?&lt;br /&gt;Now this bird has flown&lt;br /&gt;Like I've always known it would&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday soon&lt;br /&gt;You'll be flying too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Steadman; "Wave Goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for putting up with me and my mopeyness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112294560673422308?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112294560673422308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112294560673422308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112294560673422308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112294560673422308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/wave-goodbye_01.html' title='Wave Goodbye'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112294549062816954</id><published>2005-08-01T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:18:10.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Figure</title><content type='html'>Go figure that I am only offered to be a special needs CIT on my last week. Go figure that I took it anyways because I've been wanting a special needs kid all summer. Go figure that I know him...he's Michelle's brother, Mark.  Go figure that the entire day he talked about weapons and dragons. Go figure that my last Monday as a CIT was one of my most boring. Go figure huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am getting over the saddness and emotional wave that hit me this weekend. So maybe no more mopey Katie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this blog earlier and then it disappeared...go figure huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112294549062816954?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112294549062816954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112294549062816954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112294549062816954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112294549062816954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/08/go-figure.html' title='Go Figure'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112286308138621178</id><published>2005-07-31T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:24:41.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Today I mainly did nothing. Sat around the house and mostly did nothing. However, I did make this awesome photo poster collage thing and it's pretty awesome. I ♥ it to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically all day today I thought about the summer and how I wish I could rewind and start all over again. This summer was the best summer ever...I can honestly say that. No summer will ever be quite like it again. Thank you to everyone who made it so complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are so tangled and interwoven. This is about as bittersweet as it gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112286308138621178?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112286308138621178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112286308138621178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112286308138621178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112286308138621178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112283703346684759</id><published>2005-07-31T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:12:45.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So True</title><content type='html'>Quote find from Nikki...it is perfectly describing how I am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it get so late so soon?&lt;br /&gt;It's night before it's afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;December is here before it's June.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness how the time has flewn.&lt;br /&gt;How did it get so late so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Feeling....sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112283703346684759?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112283703346684759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112283703346684759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112283703346684759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112283703346684759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-so-true.html' title='Oh So True'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112278301921706137</id><published>2005-07-30T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:10:39.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Life's Mysteries</title><content type='html'>Don't read on if you don't want to hear my sad mumbo-jumbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain to me how you become so close to so many people in just 7 weeks time. Especially when you don't spend every single minute with them. How can you love so many people so much? And how can I be this sad when it's not even over with...and how can the best 5 years of my life be about to come to a closing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I even try to put my feelings into words? Because what I'm feeling is possibly too strong to ever say or express. I just want everyone from camp to know that I love you all. More than you could possibly ever know. And you have made this summer and my life fuller and richer than I could ever dream possible. And I'm going to miss you all once this summer wraps up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112278301921706137?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112278301921706137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112278301921706137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112278301921706137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112278301921706137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-of-lifes-mysteries.html' title='One of Life&apos;s Mysteries'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112277764162358064</id><published>2005-07-30T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:40:41.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/1600/98x289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6298/840/200/98x289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heart Natasha Bedingfield's song, "These Words". Oh so true, with a catchy beat....could it get any better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112277764162358064?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112277764162358064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112277764162358064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112277764162358064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112277764162358064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/these-words.html' title='These Words'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112277703326952299</id><published>2005-07-30T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:30:33.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa's and T-shirts</title><content type='html'>So today TS woke me up 10:30 with a lovely wake-up call saying that Pickle and her were going out to eat at Casa's. So I went along and was going to order the buffalo chicken pizza, but I didn't...because I'm an idoit. I ordered the calazone...and it was icky. So I mainly ate the bread, cheese, and pepperoni. There must have been a sausage family reunion in my calazone, because there was waaaaay too much sausage. The calazone did not agree with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the three of us went to Old Navy and Kohl's where we found nothing...except stuff to make fun of. Then we went home. They had to go get their TB shots tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki came over and made t-shirts with funny sayings on them. We're totally going to rock out during the last week of camp with matching t-shirts every day...well almost everyday. They totally rock...so don't hate on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom and I had pizza. So I finally got my buffalo chicken pizza after all. Then I went to Target and got my fun poster frame. Then because Kels is a dork...I went to her house to drop off her stuff that she left in my car last night. Her family is so preshy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112277703326952299?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112277703326952299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112277703326952299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112277703326952299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112277703326952299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/casas-and-t-shirts.html' title='Casa&apos;s and T-shirts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112273873018567694</id><published>2005-07-30T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:52:10.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Your Time Here</title><content type='html'>A very sad title...Friday was my second-to-last pow-wow as a C.I.T. It was incredibly sad. I almost cried like 4 times...even Logan stopped to ask me why I was crying. It was so sad, because Kels, Cacti, Erin, and a bunch of other people aren't coming back next week. And next week is my last week as a C.I.T. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself next week. Probably cry. You grow so close to these people, and they become like your family. It'll be really hard to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I heart symbolism and all the 5th years are wearing a tear on their face paint during Big Pow-wow. I ♥ that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a whole big scenario about us going ballroom dancing...Kels, Troy, Nick, and I finally ended up going to the big dance thingy. Kels came over to my house to get ready and that was a lot of fun, because she totally didn't look like a slut...and my mom made mashed potatoes. The dance itself was really fun...but it was almost awkward fun. We learned the marainga in the lesson before and then the group dance started. I mostly danced with Nick but sometimes I danced with Troy. Basically Nick and I couldn't pick up on the dances as fast as Kels and Troy...it was sad. But 3 random guys ask me to dance...and I pathetically did. I felt bad that they pick me as a partner...because I sucked. And everyone else stole the show...because they're amazing. But then we did the bump...which rocked...because I know that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kels and I headed over to Lil' Kyle's house. Everyone else had been there forever and were watching a movie on his garage door...which was mondoly cool. And then I got to see the astronaut video of Eric, Kyle, and Kevin...which was mondoly funny. Especially when poor Eric is suffocating and Kevin does a dance. The ice part is also very funny. But the best part of the evening was when I managed to steal Kevin's soul...hoorah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112273873018567694?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112273873018567694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112273873018567694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112273873018567694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112273873018567694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/treasure-your-time-here.html' title='Treasure Your Time Here'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112259929316506965</id><published>2005-07-28T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:08:13.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Firehoop Hunger On</title><content type='html'>Alright so today was the day of firehoop tryouts. Everyone that was trying out stayed in with Logan today. Kate, Cecily, Nikki, and I made the scrapbook pages for Puff the Magic Dragon (no one will understand this if they don't go to camp...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got really nervous about firehooping and I became Nervous Katie and basically secretly freaked out for about an hour and a half. And then when we went back to camp, I freaked out for another half an hour, but this time it was outloud. Then when we went down in the hole...I really started to get nervous. Like 5 people tried out and then it was my turn. You have to stick your head in a bucket of water and then get your hoop. Then you have to jump through it about 20 times, then show 3 tricks, and then jump again. And I jumped about 10 times and somehow managed to flick a ton of sand up in my right eye. So I made Logan hold my hoop while I washed some of my eye out. Then I just hopped right back up and finished my tryout. I really impressed myself there...because about 2 or 3 years ago if that had happened I probably would have given up. But I stayed with it and passed the tryouts. However, even after my tryout I was really nervous for everyone else that was trying out. But only Will and Robert didn't make it. So now I'm going to be firehooping at Big Pow-wow! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I came home only to discover that my senior pictures look like crap...and really don't even look like me. Uggh...and then Nikki got some weird yucky vibes from Lemonade...so that really sucks. Uggh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112259929316506965?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112259929316506965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112259929316506965' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112259929316506965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112259929316506965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-your-firehoop-hunger-on.html' title='Get Your Firehoop Hunger On'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112252183498437765</id><published>2005-07-27T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:37:14.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun of Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So today, because Janet is the worst tribe assigner ever...I got put to be a C.I.T. for Matt, but the other C.I.T.'s were Kevin, Maddi, and Holley (Nikki's younger sister). The kids were great and I had a blast with the other C.I.T.'s. Zooey Zoe (aka Precious) is adorable and I ♥ her so. I gathered a collection of nicknames today: Predator, Chocolate Pudding, and Nice. Then Zoe named me Fresh, Nice Chocolate Pudding...and I loved it. And Nikki, she was a diabetic...like Veronica!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to leave early due to a dumb BBQ that wasn't very fun. But my parents rock and let me go ballroom dancing. I was totally late, but Kels and Nikki said that there was so definite Cacti flirt signs going out...so that rocks. Ballroom dancing rocks and I'm so glad that I went. It was really awkward, but I ♥ it so much. I can't wait until Friday when we get to put our moves to the test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112252183498437765?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112252183498437765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112252183498437765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112252183498437765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112252183498437765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-of-wednesday.html' title='The Fun of Wednesday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112252145294783597</id><published>2005-07-27T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:30:52.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overnight Maddness</title><content type='html'>So the overnight totally rocked. Even though it was rainy...and rainy...and there was a kidnapping of my paper crane (Maverick) that an innocent camper made for me and a ransom note followed. I was grouped with C.I.T.'s going on the overnight and we went canoeing. Kels and I were canoeing and minding our own business when Shea and Kyle threw a dead fish in our canoe...can you say eww? Then we managed to lose in the fire building contest...only because the other group has Lobo and he's a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came overnight time. We went creek walking (not too much fun), had little red wagon races (very funny to watch), played Kings &amp; Queens (new favorite game ever!!), sang songs, made banana boats, mat-wrestled (yeah...I can't take on Amber and Straw...that sucks), and then I managed to stare at Cacti without his shirt on...hoorah! Then I didn't get any sleep because Kels and I kept talking and then I couldn't get comfortable...and other stuff. Then we woke up only to have to go and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole night was really fun and I'm very sad that it's over...because it's my last overnight. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112252145294783597?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112252145294783597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112252145294783597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112252145294783597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112252145294783597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/overnight-maddness.html' title='Overnight Maddness'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112233234361176314</id><published>2005-07-25T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:59:03.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Today is the one year anniversary of the death of Lindsay...I miss her so much, but not as nearly as much as others. Uggh, death really sucks. So I'm going to have to leave an quote that says so much more than I ever could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly." -Richard Bach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112233234361176314?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112233234361176314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112233234361176314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112233234361176314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112233234361176314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112233126429027272</id><published>2005-07-25T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:41:04.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of the Delaware</title><content type='html'>Kinda sounds like a movie title...go me! So today is Christmas in July and I was with Rocco and the Delaware. Those kids pretty much rock...so enjoy them whoever else has them this week. I was alone again, like I have been pretty much every Monday all summer. But it's cool, because Rocco signed off everything on my skills sheet and he told Logan that I was "outstanding" so that rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was a little crazy, because all the counselors thought that there was a huge storm coming in and then it didn't and the kids were complaining about having to stay indoors and it kinda sucked...my kids didn't even get to make a fire in the woods and we had to have tin foil stew made under Little Crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting really happened today, and Nikki and Kels are teasing me with something that is going to happen tomorrow morning...but I can't know about it...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home though and put my fire hoop on fire and jumped through. Granted my mom stood there with the hose turned on ready to spray me...but I did all the tricks and jumped so that rocks. It was freaky crazy, but fun after I did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112233126429027272?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112233126429027272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112233126429027272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112233126429027272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112233126429027272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-of-delaware.html' title='Day of the Delaware'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10715428.post-112225223117496853</id><published>2005-07-24T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T19:43:51.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Fire Hoop</title><content type='html'>So I decided last week that I was going to try out for fire hoop this year...and boy was that stupid of me. I'm definitely doing it though because it's the only time that I'll ever get to do something like it. But I'm really nervous about it...and I don't really know what I am doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dad and I (read: my dad) made my hoop today. After 3 trips to the hardware store...it is finally complete...whether or not I wrapped it properly, is the real question. Uggh, I'm not sure whether I can really do this or not, but I'm going to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! Because I'm going to need all the luck I can get...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10715428-112225223117496853?l=highkicks07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/feeds/112225223117496853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10715428&amp;postID=112225223117496853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112225223117496853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10715428/posts/default/112225223117496853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highkicks07.blogspot.com/2005/07/stupid-fire-hoop.html' title='Stupid Fire Hoop'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07947300383577165961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v721/highkicks07/profilepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
