<?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-28303158</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:33:29.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday I'll Fly Away...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-7076915804523572945</id><published>2008-07-05T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:37:25.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I didnt have to stare at my cell phone,&lt;br /&gt;and wonder if you're just ignoring my messages.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have to worry that you see me as second best.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could talk, and share it all with eachother.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wanted to spend every moment beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you weren't so stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew that I care so much.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you meant all the things you said.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd grow up, and learn how to show emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didnt have to wish for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord God, help me to find perfect love, as you intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-7076915804523572945?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7076915804523572945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=7076915804523572945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/7076915804523572945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/7076915804523572945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wish-i-didnt-have-to-stare-at-my-cell.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-4783867943539781055</id><published>2008-02-01T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:05:32.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They will all just forget about us.&lt;br /&gt;You had to leave in love.&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay in love.&lt;br /&gt;I needed to fall to feel &lt;br /&gt;What its like to be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew it was forever.&lt;br /&gt;But it couldnt be in our time.&lt;br /&gt;You told me I would be your wife.&lt;br /&gt;Oh just let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to be so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me go to bed&lt;br /&gt;I have to get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;When you kissed me, you must have known&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to be in love&lt;br /&gt;But its your fault.&lt;br /&gt;It always was. It always was.&lt;br /&gt;It was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh they could all forget about us.&lt;br /&gt;Love me again and i sweear I'll make it count.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Oh just let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to be so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to leave in love&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay in love.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't fit&lt;br /&gt;And thats how perfect it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh just let us go.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to be so good?&lt;br /&gt;Why was it ever me?&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. you were my sweetest downfall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-4783867943539781055?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4783867943539781055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=4783867943539781055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/4783867943539781055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/4783867943539781055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2008/02/they-will-all-just-forget-about-us.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-8160202776355277094</id><published>2007-11-03T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:20:17.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is really kicking me in the face these days.&lt;br /&gt;and then extra knives are being thrown into my chest on top of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when sometime betrays you, denies you, keeps things from you when you know the truth, or hates on something you put your heart and soul into, it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;really, really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only they would just listen.&lt;br /&gt;open up their mind,&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying show them my reasoning, &lt;br /&gt;but they totally disreguard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they dissapoint you, shock you, and keep it from you. &lt;br /&gt;i know the truth. even if they deny it. i know the truth, &lt;br /&gt;even thought they think i don't.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the real you. the true you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what's deep down there, &lt;br /&gt;i see it when i look into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;you're searching for something so much greater, and cant figure out where to look.&lt;br /&gt;you see that glimmer of a jewel, but you're afraid to touch it and pick it up&lt;br /&gt;for fear of seeing your reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;no ones accusing you.&lt;br /&gt;just breathe. come close to me , let our hearts beat as one.&lt;br /&gt;we can get through this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-8160202776355277094?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-2960539755209163128</id><published>2007-08-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:26:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This storm keeps me awake&lt;br /&gt;Lightning flashes in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The thunder yells of your presence.&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to tell me something&lt;br /&gt;Just make it clear so that i'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to you &lt;br /&gt;Carry me with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure and i need your grace&lt;br /&gt;Inspire me with your power, &lt;br /&gt;Calm me with your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall down, &lt;br /&gt;anger builds up&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to fix this&lt;br /&gt;I need your mercy and your words&lt;br /&gt;Shower me with your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to you &lt;br /&gt;Carry me with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure and i need your grace&lt;br /&gt;Inspire me with your power, &lt;br /&gt;Calm me with your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you calling out for me&lt;br /&gt;I feel you pulling me in &lt;br /&gt;Ways of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Your greatness overpowers me&lt;br /&gt;Use me, Lord&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to do your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want great things from this&lt;br /&gt;It was never just a game&lt;br /&gt;You've captured me once agan&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason you brought me here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I hand it all over to you&lt;br /&gt;Lead me where you want me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to you &lt;br /&gt;Carry me with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure and i need your grace&lt;br /&gt;Inspire me with your power, &lt;br /&gt;Calm me with your love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-2960539755209163128?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-2168753586885347338</id><published>2007-07-24T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:36:46.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its amazing to be back home.&lt;br /&gt;back home as in where i was born.&lt;br /&gt;where i &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; at home.&lt;br /&gt;where i love to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love these people.&lt;br /&gt;theres such a special connection that i always miss.&lt;br /&gt;that connection of growing up together.&lt;br /&gt;knowing eachother's history&lt;br /&gt;beacuse you were a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have it..&lt;br /&gt;for a limited time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just might not understand how this feels.&lt;br /&gt;but its amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i'd be doing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 3:31.&lt;br /&gt;AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julia trulia fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;and writing this.&lt;br /&gt;and my msn buddies just went to bed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i've barely slept at all while i've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just sleep when i get back to dear ol' ancaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;i think bowling&lt;br /&gt;and i think having a cooking party.&lt;br /&gt;and then renting movies =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a street water fight.&lt;br /&gt;that would be crazy awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need an alarm clock to get me up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i not letting us sleep the day away.&lt;br /&gt;thats crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee&lt;br /&gt;i love being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;just so i have some extra engery tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;not just the amazign energy i get off these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love you guys at "home" though.&lt;br /&gt;dont fret.&lt;br /&gt;i really do love you. i dont know what i'd do without you either.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight..&lt;br /&gt;may you always feel at home, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-2168753586885347338?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/2168753586885347338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=2168753586885347338' title='0 Comments'/><link 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your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is like aching.&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;it could be all of these sad and passionate songs i'm hearing&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it could be a mixture of stress from exams.&lt;br /&gt;(which is a lie, exams are a waste of energy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but SUMMER IS ALMOST HERE.&lt;br /&gt;just one more exam left, &lt;br /&gt;and i'm officially done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 days until summer fun officially starts!(cottage with the fam)&lt;br /&gt;21 days until ny best friend won't be a province away ( because she's here!=))&lt;br /&gt;22 days until i begin a weekend spiritual journey in ohio&lt;br /&gt;28 days until  fly home,to winnipeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random amount of days until i hopefully do some studio recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be the craziest fun ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really need to finish that song i'm writing..&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics are all done.&lt;br /&gt;i just gotta get the music together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonnoa be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the lyrics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gona eat some milk and cookies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kathleendunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say the words i need to hear..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-8508242886557715534?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8508242886557715534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you really confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;and you &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; are making it harder this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please say something.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do about it now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uhh.&lt;br /&gt;being sick isnt exactly the coolest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;especially when its not a regular kind of sick.&lt;br /&gt;more like.&lt;br /&gt;mentally ill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fainted a couple days ago.&lt;br /&gt;not really sure why.&lt;br /&gt;and i've been dizzy and weird ever since.&lt;br /&gt;i actually have been having naps during the day.&lt;br /&gt;and they're hardcore naps.&lt;br /&gt;ones that you dont move, and dont get woken up easily at all.&lt;br /&gt;and you sleep for 5 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definatly dont usually do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the doctor's tomorrow to see whats up.&lt;br /&gt;and im' crazy and keep thinking the worst.&lt;br /&gt;like i'm deathly ill with cancer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always scare myself.&lt;br /&gt;the other night i actually wnet to bed thinking i was not going to wake up&lt;br /&gt;and that was really scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just prayed till i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but (most obviously) i woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i miss about childhood?&lt;br /&gt;is the feeling of having someone read to you.&lt;br /&gt;someone read you anything.&lt;br /&gt;just a simple, soft , and loving voice.&lt;br /&gt;telling you stories of fantasies,romance, adventure, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i picture it, &lt;br /&gt;i think of you lying against them.&lt;br /&gt;in a dimly, warmly lit room.&lt;br /&gt;the only light is from the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;and they're softly reading you a story.&lt;br /&gt;as you close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy the comfort and safety of their arm around you&lt;br /&gt;as they read to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i'm such a romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the rain is pretty awesome too&lt;br /&gt;but thats another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i really should be studying for exams&lt;br /&gt;and what not &lt;br /&gt;coming up this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say a little prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.dunn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-1023990874076018274?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1023990874076018274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=1023990874076018274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/1023990874076018274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/1023990874076018274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-really-confuse-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-1004270017579246459</id><published>2007-06-07T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:40:45.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if it made you feel better to say that,&lt;br /&gt;sure,&lt;br /&gt;say it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've definatly moved on.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;honestly,  i think its just making it harder for you.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in OTHER news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love life.&lt;br /&gt;God makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;watch this video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL-cTMjBSMA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL-cTMjBSMA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yessss.&lt;br /&gt;notice how it cuts out for him.&lt;br /&gt;and not for the pro life guy&lt;br /&gt;YEEEUH&lt;br /&gt;God strikes.&lt;br /&gt;with lightning..&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching that made me feel so..&lt;br /&gt;smalll..&lt;br /&gt;compared to God's power..&lt;br /&gt;alot of times we think we're so powerful and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but really,&lt;br /&gt;HE'S got all the power..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;it made me feel so connected to Him.&lt;br /&gt;another reassurance that He really IS there.&lt;br /&gt;and He really does care about the crap thats going on in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that just gave me the extra push for the day,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope it did the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing.&lt;br /&gt;i love heritage day.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe i dont even care.&lt;br /&gt;and on top of that,&lt;br /&gt; i have exams coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up for being laid back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i won't see negative results from that later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;honeslty,school isnt even what is important to me these days.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;i get it done.&lt;br /&gt;but uh.&lt;br /&gt;yah.&lt;br /&gt;its not important.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tell my mother/father.&lt;br /&gt;sshhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;i'm busy doing OTHER good things.&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;this is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.dunner.loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-1004270017579246459?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/1004270017579246459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=1004270017579246459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/1004270017579246459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/1004270017579246459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-it-made-you-feel-better-to-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-8693587750270186183</id><published>2007-05-26T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:24:38.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i wished for things that i dont need..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now you say i'm the one whose wrong.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though you know what's right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;i don't deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if you don't know how to handle things..&lt;br /&gt;and so this is the only wayto deal with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were a really good actor. for that whole time.&lt;br /&gt;i believed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow do i ever feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i should have known at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this isnt my fault.&lt;br /&gt;and im not kickng myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess people change..&lt;br /&gt;or they pretend to be something they're not..&lt;br /&gt;just until it doesn't work out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm better than this,&lt;br /&gt;i don't need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just need to know&lt;br /&gt;that i can't be treated like this.&lt;br /&gt;i  dont deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-8693587750270186183?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/8693587750270186183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=8693587750270186183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/8693587750270186183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/8693587750270186183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wished-for-things-that-i-dont-need.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-6243891562099170065</id><published>2007-05-08T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:39:46.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;crazy .&lt;br /&gt;i think i felt almost every emotion possible last week.&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is going by wayyy too fast.&lt;br /&gt;i need to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly sure how that's possible though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer is coming up so fast, and i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;i have so many plans for the summer&lt;br /&gt;but i usually never get around to them all.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i will this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't it just leave me alone for a bit?&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me, makes me feel happy, makes me feel guitly,&lt;br /&gt;makes me day dream, makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;gah&lt;br /&gt;just go away, okay?&lt;br /&gt;i have plenty of time for you later, when i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;just for now,&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you what 'it' is later.&lt;br /&gt;i just needed to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;and sort things out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't AOC come back.&lt;br /&gt;that was way too short of a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;its gotta be for a month at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year won't come fast enough&lt;br /&gt;here i go again, with time speedig up&lt;br /&gt;NO i dotn want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOWW DOWNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;knock on wood.&lt;br /&gt;wait don't.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not superstitious, thats just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw some pretty spring flowers today.&lt;br /&gt;they made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;i wish there were flowers in teh winter.&lt;br /&gt;that would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can you imagine a world without color?&lt;br /&gt;man God thinks of everything.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so currently i'm extremely procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really good at that&lt;br /&gt;but i know that later toonight i'm gonna wish so bad that i had done things earlier&lt;br /&gt;so that i could go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;beacuse even now i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;can't imagine how i'll feel later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooooosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;i'll get some stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;need to get into new habits here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as some lovely person said to me the other day.. total randomness :&lt;br /&gt;may your gum never lose it's flavor.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;have a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.dunn&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. go to &lt;a href="http://www.allontariochoir.blogspot.com"&gt;www.allontariochoir.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for pictures from AOC !! ii'm working on getting the rest of mine up there ! enjoy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-6243891562099170065?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6243891562099170065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=6243891562099170065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/6243891562099170065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/6243891562099170065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-better-i-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-6092801185838595617</id><published>2007-05-05T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:39:02.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a complete blast and a half!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOC 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're actualy such an amazing choir, i dont even care that i'm bragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have south african tunes stuck in my head. but that's reall okay.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me rather joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i must say,&lt;br /&gt;my frienships with people when to higher ECHELONS ( in ode to Keith)&lt;br /&gt;and I made some pretty sweet new friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons and tons of pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;A bazillion laughs each minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all you guys.&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t even thank you enough for being the friends you are.&lt;br /&gt;Every one of you is so amazing, I can’t even begin to explain.&lt;br /&gt;it's so awesome to belong to a group of friends who are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;to worship God, love Him, serve Him,&lt;br /&gt;and friends who know how to have a truly awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;gahh. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, I also think that Tim Horton’s/ Wendy’s really doesn’t like us.&lt;br /&gt;Because we randomly bring in all 100 ish of us after the concert.&lt;br /&gt;And then we start singing African tunes just. Because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was totally okay, because we scared the odd stoned people&lt;br /&gt;Out of the place.&lt;br /&gt;They were scaring us anyways.&lt;br /&gt;talking to windex bottles.&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEIRdo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theory was that he was so stoned out of his mind, that&lt;br /&gt;He understood Zulu, and was inspired to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;Woot for positivity.&lt;br /&gt;If that’s a word, I really don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really happy.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m really happy that I’m happy.&lt;br /&gt;Esp considering all the crazy stuff that had been going on earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love God.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand Him half the time&lt;br /&gt;But . He eventually explains.&lt;br /&gt;And its pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I’m exhausted from it all.&lt;br /&gt;Well my body is.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is still way up there , on an AOC cloud somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;But my body aches.&lt;br /&gt;From human tunnels, jumping train thingies, and other random&lt;br /&gt;Excitements that I endured with friends this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL&lt;br /&gt;( in the words of Luke, popularized by Keith. And&lt;br /&gt;Said non-stop by the Stephen of the Gibson )&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Coffeehouse was frikkin sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I realized once again that I have really talented friends.&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;especially dan, whom i never had discovered his crazy awesome&lt;br /&gt;voice before, until our song.&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m wayyy to tired to load them up&lt;br /&gt;But dontcha worry. I’ll get it done eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm so&lt;br /&gt;In summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOC =  best time of the year&lt;br /&gt;God = I love Him&lt;br /&gt;Friends = amazingly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;This blog = prolly really messed up cuz I’m just writing things that come to mind&lt;br /&gt;         And if you really don’t know what AOC is, I’m sorry.  I’m just assuming that&lt;br /&gt;         You understand what I’m talking about in this blab of a blog. Woot =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve gotta work at 9 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;GREATTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;So .&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Party.&lt;br /&gt;My house.&lt;br /&gt;This summer.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let you know&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I defiantly cannot wait until next AOC to see you all.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;That would be ridiculously LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;Life is grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thula sizwe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ungabokhala,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uJehova wakho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uzokunqobela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inkululeko, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sizoyithola,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uJehova wakho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uzokunqobela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nation, do not cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jehovah will protect us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will attain freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jehovah will protect us&lt;/em&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; Friggin right. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kathleeeeeeeen dunn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-6092801185838595617?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-7735087616671411015</id><published>2007-05-01T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:15:41.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when its gone, what would you say... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do we hold on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;and i've been in such a shitty mood since friday.&lt;br /&gt;which is especially gay, because i had been so happy the week before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying, thinking, praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did it have to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i experience it for myself?&lt;br /&gt;no, don't tell me how i'm going to feel,&lt;br /&gt;how things are going to turn out.&lt;br /&gt;how am i ever going to know for myself?&lt;br /&gt;-you don't need to know-&lt;br /&gt;i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wants for me in this.&lt;br /&gt;i have no patience to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm too stubborn to admit, that deep down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're probably right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to say it.&lt;br /&gt;because for right now, its making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with being happy?&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i'm waiting for my answer.&lt;br /&gt;trying to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really hard, you know.&lt;br /&gt;to try and find the positives in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm trying to find it in this.&lt;br /&gt;make it an experience of love, trust, patience , strength..  control.&lt;br /&gt;friends are so inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;its so much easier to listen to them and agree with them&lt;br /&gt;than your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats an obvious statement for most teenagers these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its hard i must confess, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cuz we have spoken everything short of 'i love you'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just..&lt;br /&gt;pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get through this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm strong like that.&lt;br /&gt;.. or i'll pretend i am, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it may take some time to patch me up inside&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take it so i run away and hide&lt;br /&gt;And I may find in time that&lt;br /&gt;You were always right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what God wants for me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to try my best to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;even though i dont understand it..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will soon..&lt;br /&gt;and i'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-7735087616671411015?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/7735087616671411015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=7735087616671411015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/7735087616671411015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/7735087616671411015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/05/but-when-its-gone-what-would-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-876178919987324842</id><published>2007-04-17T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:23:17.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Footloose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. i just love being on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like attention&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;did you notice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding&lt;br /&gt;thats not really why i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jjust love performing !!! its a total thrill.&lt;br /&gt;i get so excited at every show.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on such a high all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then bedtime comes and then i'm WIPED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm onstage,&lt;br /&gt;doing the scene.&lt;br /&gt;my mind starts going&lt;br /&gt;CRAP I'M GONNA GET A BLANK AND FORGET MY NEXT LINE&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes to say it.&lt;br /&gt;it just pops out&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i think i'm gonna forget ti&lt;br /&gt;but then i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i cant imgaine what i'm gonna feel like at the end of the week, after all the shows are over.&lt;br /&gt;super tired.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be so sad tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't know what do to with myself either&lt;br /&gt;with no more practices to go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN CHOIR PRACTICES&lt;br /&gt;cuz that will be over on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to like ACTAULLY do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;this semester is such a joke anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have homework&lt;br /&gt;so dont start worrying about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;(gordon =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just pumpin the Frank Sinatra tunes, bcuz they make me rather happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this..&lt;br /&gt;feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also think its from that Lift Jesus Higher Youth Rally i went to on the weeknd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT&lt;br /&gt;was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really needed it. just. pure worship. soooooo amazinggggly moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much better these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love God =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love footloose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but God definalty outweighs footloose.&lt;br /&gt;obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you too tho =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME AND SEE FOOTLOOSE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleeeeeeeeeen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-876178919987324842?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/876178919987324842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=876178919987324842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/876178919987324842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/876178919987324842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/04/footloose-is-so-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-5170549410045491994</id><published>2007-03-29T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:29:14.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" if everything could only feel this good forever "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think everyhting is going fine, you feel good, you're smiling, having a good time, you're self confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it hits you that alot of things are going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and you wanan do something about it but, its so hard , and you pretty much can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" the only thing i'll ever ask  of you ; you gotta promise not to stop when i say when "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to write a song, but words arent coming&lt;br /&gt;what the hell would i write about anways.&lt;br /&gt;i have a sweet melody line, and intro and all this.&lt;br /&gt;the words just arent coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm running on empty. i've been going non-stop ever since.. well. a while ago&lt;br /&gt;work, schoool, footloose practice, random other practices, making dinner, calling//msning//emailing, babysitting , bed ( if any ), x 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm slowly killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realized recently that there arent enough hours in a day to do everything. not even to think about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaah  man alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" my soul is screaming out to be found in you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a good youth worship night.&lt;br /&gt;that would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it when friends do stupid things. i wish you could just show them how what they're doing is gonna affect them so much in the future, and then they'd stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wish you could show someone the future and show them how things they're doing now are going to be okayyy in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... get my head back into reality here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g naibhyeuaohasb jhabuiohaebhoiashbusiohb sjfhbiuik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;just give me a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh by the way.&lt;br /&gt;COME AND SEE FOOTLOOSEEEE its gonna be an awesome show , i promise. my brother and his girlfriend are the leads, and i'm his girlsfirneds mother, with my cousin as my husband. haha. its gonna be good. April 18-21st. lemme know what night you wnan go so i can get you tickests !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you&lt;br /&gt;kathleen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-5170549410045491994?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/5170549410045491994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=5170549410045491994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/5170549410045491994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/5170549410045491994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-everything-could-only-feel-this-good.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-6775380529578133515</id><published>2007-03-14T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:25:36.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so i have like 7 minutes not even to write a blog for you all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid timed computers you have to use at these resorts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm not complaining, at least i get on here for 20 minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i just wantd to say. that florida is lovely. but i miss alot of you dearly. haha. notice i say "alot" and not "all" hahaha. just kidding. i think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just thot it would be funny if i told you the interesting things elise and i talked about in the hot tub last night..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more like my crazy idea that i shared with elise..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what if you didnt know how old you are? "( me )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"that would be impossible , since you have birth certificates, computers and family"(elise)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" k well. what if you were at a big family reunion. and the house everyone was staying in got burnt down while everyone was sleeping. you're the only one who got out, but you got hit on the head on the way out, so you had amnesia. . and your birth certificate and passport were in the hotel bcuz you had been travelling. and so you dont know the year you were born"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" well, thres computers at teh hospital with your data"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" but no, you would be too lazy to go to the hospital so you wandered around thinking you were ... an age that you werent"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" you're stupid."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and thats our story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slash mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hoped you enjoyed it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so please, next time you're at a family reunion and you get amnesia and everything burns down...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont forget how old you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bcuz everyone has a choice when you get amnesia..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have a nice day =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-6775380529578133515?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6775380529578133515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=6775380529578133515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/6775380529578133515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/6775380529578133515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-have-like-7-minutes-not-even-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-4482058298694525263</id><published>2007-02-28T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:59:42.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAHH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;my friends and family planned me a surprise 16th birthday party!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not believe it.&lt;br /&gt;i was SOO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;which is good.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm usually really really good at knowing if something was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's how things went down.. in case you didnt know the whole story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at my cousin Maeve's house that day, bcuz the nigiht bfore we had a surprise party for my cousin Michelle. ( which was one of the throw off's. cuz who would think to have 2 surprise parties in one weekend )&lt;br /&gt;so i was at maeves, and i went straight from maeeve's to sing at church.&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to my cousin Elise's for dinner after, with Maeve and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;we chilled for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;and were fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;doing our hair, and make up.&lt;br /&gt;they made me look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;( thank God hahaha. little did i know &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; they were doing this )&lt;br /&gt;i just thot it was a regular fun times moment with my cousins to get all purtied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thot i  was going home back to my house to baby sit my little sisters for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;a lame night was what i thought i was in for.&lt;br /&gt;my dad said he wanted me home for 730 sharp.&lt;br /&gt;so that he and my mom could leave on time.&lt;br /&gt;but i was at Elise's&lt;br /&gt;and my Aunt was taking three years to stop talking to my other Aunt and Uncle about how they re-did their bathroom and what not..&lt;br /&gt;"Aunt Sueee my dad will be pissed if we're late!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it doesnt matter, he can wait"&lt;br /&gt;".. sigh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was a good thing that i was late , too.&lt;br /&gt;bcuz i later fouund out that at the last minute, and whole van-load of you guys came in.&lt;br /&gt;that would have been crappy if we arrived at my house at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i walked into the house. ready to babysit.&lt;br /&gt;my dad was "on the phone with someone"&lt;br /&gt;saying that he was sorry they were gonna be late.&lt;br /&gt;i walked in. my mom was all smiley..&lt;br /&gt;( she alawys gets like this when somethhing is up )&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt really think anything of it..&lt;br /&gt;i just thot to myself..&lt;br /&gt;"mom.. are you on crack =P "&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;and so then my little sister Therese'Marie's job was to get me over into the living room.&lt;br /&gt;she was like "hey kate, come look at my polly pockets!"&lt;br /&gt;and pulled me over.&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;all of you were standing there.&lt;br /&gt;and holy cow&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thats where it all began.&lt;br /&gt;one of the most fun nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;also special thanks to daave&lt;br /&gt;for breaking the ice when i first walked in&lt;br /&gt;and hugging me&lt;br /&gt;bcuz i didnt know who to hug first.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was soo soo soo ecstatically happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night went by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;so many smiles and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;it was an amazingly good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THAT FOR MEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;i lo0ve you all gazillions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you saw when i first walked in,&lt;br /&gt;and you all yelled surprise.&lt;br /&gt;and i started crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they werent tears of anger bcuz alll of you were in my living room&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were happy tears.&lt;br /&gt;bcuz i felt so&lt;br /&gt;absolutly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had never felt so loved bfore in my life.&lt;br /&gt;just to think that all of you there were there for me, bcuz you care about me.&lt;br /&gt;made me feel soooooooo good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as you heard in my speech&lt;br /&gt;when i started crying again ( lol )&lt;br /&gt;you are all sooooo important to me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i would do without you.&lt;br /&gt;you're all the most amazing ppl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen.&lt;br /&gt;the 16 year old =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-4482058298694525263?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/4482058298694525263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=4482058298694525263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/4482058298694525263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/4482058298694525263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/02/aaaaaaaaaaahh.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-6885657506598990135</id><published>2007-02-02T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T13:51:03.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really feel like blogging&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many thoughts going through my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;some as idiotic as, "i'm hungry, what should i eat?"&lt;br /&gt;to..&lt;br /&gt;well maybe i wont share those more in depth ones.&lt;br /&gt;for now anyways.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what if i ripped your heart apart at the seams, maybe then you'd know how i feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that line just played into my ears from my iTunes..&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm thinking like that phrase right now..&lt;br /&gt;its so emo&lt;br /&gt;but i've felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second semester of the school year started today..&lt;br /&gt;new beginnings, new teachers, new people, new knowledge to be gained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting there in class today, thinking about how far i had come since the beginning of the year at that school, being the new girl in grade 10.&lt;br /&gt;not like anyone noticed that i was especially new..&lt;br /&gt;but i had come such a long way to get to be halfway done this schoool year...&lt;br /&gt;and then i started wondering how things would be at the end of this semester.&lt;br /&gt;who really knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when everything feels like the movies, you bleed just to know you're alive..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite lines from any song.&lt;br /&gt;it just.. like... yells at you and grabs you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;words that have arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.&lt;br /&gt;that thought of hunger is recurring..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should take action...&lt;br /&gt;drastic action..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i would do if food diidnit taste good..&lt;br /&gt;that would really really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss k. dunn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-6885657506598990135?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/6885657506598990135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=6885657506598990135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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more to go..&lt;br /&gt;gn ajohbuahbajhadhba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; o well.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too nervous..&lt;br /&gt;not like some people..&lt;br /&gt;one girl threw up in the middle of writing the math exam today...&lt;br /&gt;craaaaazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get worked up over too many things.&lt;br /&gt;so thats prolly a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just a huge procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;thats my problem.&lt;br /&gt;so i dont study&lt;br /&gt;until the last minute  =P&lt;br /&gt;but its been working out okay so far.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not too worried about that either haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till these exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;party:friday night: all night.&lt;br /&gt;woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;i'm rather enjoying the snow that keeps falling down&lt;br /&gt;from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty much really enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;snow is so romantic&lt;br /&gt;and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;and happy.&lt;br /&gt;and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go and make a snow man..&lt;br /&gt;with all of this spare time that i have&lt;br /&gt;NOT studying.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;and have a snowball fight.&lt;br /&gt;cuz thats awesome&lt;br /&gt;OMGSH.&lt;br /&gt;PLANS SOLVED&lt;br /&gt;SNOWBALL FIGHT FRIDAY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;IS MY NEW PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm amazing.,&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for friday now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i will go study.&lt;br /&gt;since i havent done that in a while.&lt;br /&gt;crapface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;i have no focus at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna try.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i dont wanna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleeeeeeeeendunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.prayers for exams. i'll pray for yours.. if you're not a lucky bum and you homeschool so you dont have exams. .. stupid lucky people =P lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116958605852488973?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116958605852488973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116958605852488973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116958605852488973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116958605852488973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-studying-and-writing-exams-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116829816067576709</id><published>2007-01-08T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:16:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.&lt;br /&gt;i feel better.&lt;br /&gt;alot better.&lt;br /&gt;better than usual.&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i love people who are understanding..&lt;br /&gt;i love when things work out the way you want them to..&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt, reallly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;and i havnt felt like that in a while either..&lt;br /&gt;i also sing alot more to myself these days.&lt;br /&gt;and smile when theres really nothing to smile about..&lt;br /&gt;but there actually is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;for the&lt;em&gt; main reason&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;of not jumping into situations quickly.&lt;br /&gt;being patient.&lt;br /&gt;which i usually have MUCH trouble with.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;and. i'm proud.&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;for many other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;the reason today was becuz i got a sweet mark on my English ISU , which i thot i failed..&lt;br /&gt;bcuz i never read the book i wrote the essay  on..&lt;br /&gt;WOOO&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up for slacking, and getting by =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure this blog didint make sense to the most of you.&lt;br /&gt;but to the ones that it did.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my advice for you today is..&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;even if there's nothing apparent to smile about..&lt;br /&gt;there always is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s... look at that. this blog wasnt emo depressing!!! whoooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116829816067576709?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116829816067576709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116829816067576709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116829816067576709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116829816067576709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116803926341982395</id><published>2007-01-05T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:21:36.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that.. feeling....&lt;br /&gt;where the hell did it come from?&lt;br /&gt;all day today..&lt;br /&gt;i'd say butteflies , but that sounds too happy..&lt;br /&gt;but whose to say i'm not happy?&lt;br /&gt;cuz i cant really tell...&lt;br /&gt;its also that excited feeling..&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know what i'm excited for.&lt;br /&gt;and that nervous feeling&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know what i'm nervous for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone help???&lt;br /&gt;gah. its driving me nuts..&lt;br /&gt;ever since last night i have it..&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYY DAMMNET.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather not have it.&lt;br /&gt;esp when i dont know what it means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen laird has it too.&lt;br /&gt;but she's certain she's excited about something&lt;br /&gt;but not sure what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is MY stomach and mind doing to me!?!?&lt;br /&gt;could be that.. certain feeling for someone.&lt;br /&gt;but why now!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure that's it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ ten bucks says you dont have it in you.. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also dont know why that line from the spill canvas, dutch courage is speaking to me either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was YOUR day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116803926341982395?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116803926341982395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116803926341982395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116803926341982395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116803926341982395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2007/01/that.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116466434977692453</id><published>2006-11-27T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:52:29.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its my hero, Tony's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONY!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so freaking much.&lt;br /&gt;like you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad we met!&lt;br /&gt;thank you SO AMAZINGLY MUCH for everything you do for me.&lt;br /&gt;i CANNOT thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i'll stop embarassing you.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i know you hate it when i do this. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.i'm home sick from school today.stupid strep throat.I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;this has caused me to miss choir as well.&lt;br /&gt;which makes me rather sad, bcuz choir is one of the highlights of my week.&lt;br /&gt;as sad as that is lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHATS IN TWO DAYS!?!?&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to see WICKED the MUSICAL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;geez man. its gonna be so dang awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julia and i had an amazing time while she was here.&lt;br /&gt;i thot i'd just point that out.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that it shall be only 2 years until i move out there to go to university.&lt;br /&gt;nomatter what the parental units say.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to any darn religious-to-the-max-30-person-hick-town academy that they may try to force me to go to.&lt;br /&gt;U of M is where its at. supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i guess i should be off to try and eat something.&lt;br /&gt;i like food.&lt;br /&gt;but it hurts when you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;and its also lame.&lt;br /&gt;(as i was explaing to victor, who'd rather be sick than tired... freak ;) )&lt;br /&gt;having a sore throat is totally lame.&lt;br /&gt;bcuz you cant even sing.&lt;br /&gt;cuz it sounds ridiculous and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying to tho. in attempt to make myself happier&lt;br /&gt;as long as no one else is home telling me to shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug someone&lt;br /&gt;preferrably me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen.&amp;clubs;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116466434977692453?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116466434977692453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116466434977692453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116466434977692453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116466434977692453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-my-hero-tonys-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116336864409205067</id><published>2006-11-12T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:57:24.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sry.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged in a while.&lt;br /&gt;and the lovely victor reminded me of this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my excuse was that they always come out emo.&lt;br /&gt;but he says its okay..&lt;br /&gt;so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the excuse of  crying because you're cutting onions doesnt exactly work.&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried..&lt;br /&gt;any other suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actaully.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as sad lately as i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, i'm extrememly tired.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate taking naps. they always make me even more tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant go to bed early. bcuz i have zillions of hmwk to finish&lt;br /&gt;(dont ask me why i'm writing this instead of doing hmwk, i'd like to know that myself -- and ya. i'm the biggest procrastinator. i can only work under pressure it seems.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also lately i've been excited.&lt;br /&gt;cuz one of my best friends of life from winnipeg is coming to visit on wednesday!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and we are gonna have an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;you have to meet her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;gah. this is just what  i need. a little dose of winnipeg to tide me over until the summer.&lt;br /&gt;WOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arg face. i've been so busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;STOP&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;(optnl)..sleep&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; school&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; hmwk&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;..weekend..work.&lt;br /&gt;5&gt;random other commitments thrown in between.&lt;br /&gt;ARG FACE.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha that made me laugh. bcuz. the first time i wrote "arg face" it came out as "RAG FACE" ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sry. at least i'm laughing &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;!!??&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go get that homwk done.&lt;br /&gt;see ya latah.&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116336864409205067?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116336864409205067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116336864409205067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116336864409205067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116336864409205067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116189767548795223</id><published>2006-10-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:21:15.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cried until i threw up.&lt;br /&gt;and i havent done that in two years.&lt;br /&gt;and the reasons for this are basically the same.&lt;br /&gt; just different levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not important.&lt;br /&gt;and no, the reason for my tears isnt bcuz of what happened in my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;that would be just lame.&lt;br /&gt;cuz he's a fool.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont waste tears on fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;holy writers block&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;or just dont know how to put my thoughts into words.&lt;br /&gt;withtout freaking you all out.&lt;br /&gt;and NO its not suicidal thots..&lt;br /&gt;cuz that would deff freak you all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll try this again later when i know what i want to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116189767548795223?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116189767548795223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116189767548795223' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116189767548795223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116189767548795223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cried-until-i-threw-up.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116149182112265007</id><published>2006-10-21T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:37:01.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that verb.&lt;br /&gt;i've always had it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think ever someone really took it away from me.&lt;br /&gt;its just always been there. i had it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except today.&lt;br /&gt;someone violated it.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so stripped of everything.&lt;br /&gt;how did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for the moment to catch up with me so i can recollect it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys. i dont even know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;please pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116149182112265007?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116149182112265007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116149182112265007' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116149182112265007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116149182112265007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/10/trust.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116113544116942939</id><published>2006-10-17T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:37:21.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya. you could call that fun.&lt;br /&gt;victor came over friday night..&lt;br /&gt;walked home in the wet snow/rain.&lt;br /&gt;made memories by running through fire hydrant fountains.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;damn that was cold =P&lt;br /&gt;and the guardian was a really stellar movie i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and monday. choir.&lt;br /&gt;i still love it.&lt;br /&gt;learning about binary from keith.&lt;br /&gt;ya i deff still dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had more intense religious discussions at school.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason the same ppl keep bringin that subject up with me at school..&lt;br /&gt;i raelly wish they were actaully intersted, and not just looking for an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya and pretty much this blogging is my way of procrastinating against hmwk, once AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;its what i do best.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;and no, tony, you dont need to write a note to my teachers explaining that chatting with you is keeping me away from my hmwk. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;nice thought tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and first school play auditions were today. woot =) way to cram the song Footloose into my head. probs will be there for a week now. GREAAAT =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;this is a really boring blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probs be too busy sleeping to slap you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWSSSS&lt;br /&gt;my parents are actaully agreeing to discuss letting me go to winnipeg during christmas holidays!! WOOT WOOT&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JULIA MIGHT BE VISITING IN NOVEMBER!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bad news. slash good news. sorta.&lt;br /&gt;i'm probs getting braces.&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;so dont count on that many smiles any more.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try and hold back.&lt;br /&gt;until the ugly metal has been taken off.&lt;br /&gt;please refrain from calling me Braceface.&lt;br /&gt;or i may break out into the theme song of that t.v. show&lt;br /&gt;and trust me.&lt;br /&gt;you dont want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i promised my self i'd get some reading done tonight..&lt;br /&gt;so here goes!!&lt;br /&gt;after i call tony.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night!!&lt;br /&gt;-kathleen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116113544116942939?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116113544116942939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116113544116942939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116113544116942939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116113544116942939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/10/ya.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116060416714774723</id><published>2006-10-11T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:38:56.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay for blogging!&lt;br /&gt;We've got two new bloggers on the scene!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my dear friend Tony, at &lt;a href="http://www.tonyresendes.blogspot.com"&gt;www.tonyresendes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd darling Bekah at &lt;a href="http://www.bekahmackinnon.blogspot.com"&gt;www.bekahmackinnon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the lovely world of blogs =) lol.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya both&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there was a pause button on this.&lt;br /&gt;i could press it..&lt;br /&gt;reorganize things, get everything back in order..&lt;br /&gt;take as long as i need to.&lt;br /&gt;have long chats at Tim Hortons with whoever needs it, or whoever i need to..&lt;br /&gt;tie up lose ends on everything..&lt;br /&gt;and then when i'm ready, i'll press play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i wish for things.&lt;br /&gt;it only makes it worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i sound emo.&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116060416714774723?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116060416714774723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116060416714774723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116060416714774723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116060416714774723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-for-blogging-weve-got-two-new.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116017122141634330</id><published>2006-10-06T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:47:01.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my funny//annoying//random event of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in h&amp;m shopping with elise, and thers two change rooms beside eachother we decide to go in.&lt;br /&gt;the changeroom i go in has a few clothes in it , and one of those numbers on the door... but i go in anyway, cuz thres no one really around, and .. ppl dont normally leave their changrooms like that when thers a mirror right there. and i asked a lady standing nearby if tehrs anyone in there, and shes like " i dont think so , i havent seen anyone for a while. so ANYway.&lt;br /&gt;i go in and start changing, and then some lady starts opening the door&lt;br /&gt;"sry, i'm in here!"&lt;br /&gt;" but my stuff is in there!"&lt;br /&gt;" okay, sry i didnt know, just let me put my shirt back on, and you can have ur room back "&lt;br /&gt;...closes doorr...&lt;br /&gt;a few seconds later..&lt;br /&gt;she starts BANGING away at the door, and yelling MY STUFF IS IN THERE.&lt;br /&gt;and starts pushing at the door.&lt;br /&gt;and im like SRY!! just let me put my shirt back on!!!&lt;br /&gt;and then she whams open the door and comes in, and i'm just like&lt;br /&gt;uhmmmmmmmmmm. can i put my clothes back on please???&lt;br /&gt;and shes like well i'm in a hurry..&lt;br /&gt;she's this little old lady, and i'm thinking why are you shopping in H&amp;amp;M in the first place??&lt;br /&gt;so THEN&lt;br /&gt;SHE STARTS STRIPPING DOWN and putting her clothes on!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like " can you please wait till i oput my shirt on? i dont even know you and i dont feel comfortable with us both changing in here!!&lt;br /&gt;and she says " im in a hrry"&lt;br /&gt;and so we're both in there , in this crammed little  room, half naked.&lt;br /&gt;so i quickly get my stuff on, and leave.&lt;br /&gt;ack.&lt;br /&gt;totally awkward and stupid and BARF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you had a good laugh about that.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i did.. not at the moment tho =P but NOW i can laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116017122141634330?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116017122141634330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116017122141634330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116017122141634330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116017122141634330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-my-funnyannoyingrandom-event-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-116007866573813267</id><published>2006-10-05T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:04:25.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was praying with my Bible the other night..&lt;br /&gt;and He came to me with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dawn let me hear of your kindness,&lt;br /&gt;for in you I trust.&lt;br /&gt;Show me the path I should walk,&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;em&gt;to you I entrust my life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rescue me,&lt;/strong&gt; Lord, from my foes,&lt;br /&gt;for in you I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to do your will,&lt;br /&gt;for you are my God.&lt;br /&gt;May your kind spirit guide me&lt;br /&gt;on ground that is level.&lt;br /&gt;For your name's sake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord give me life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your justice lead me out of distress.&lt;br /&gt;In your kindness put an end to my foes;&lt;br /&gt;destroy all who attack me,&lt;br /&gt;for I am your servant.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 143:8-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. God is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;But i bet you already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a lovely day. He made mine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-116007866573813267?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/116007866573813267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=116007866573813267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116007866573813267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/116007866573813267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-i-was-praying-with-my-bible-other.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115973803836230531</id><published>2006-10-01T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T14:27:18.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate how busy i am lately.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;i loved being able to talk to my friends so much, so often.&lt;br /&gt;homework and work should be illegal if it takes needed time of yours away from being there for your friends.&lt;br /&gt;geeez.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sryy guys =(&lt;br /&gt;call me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i should be here.&lt;br /&gt;and we can catch up&lt;br /&gt;esp you keith. cuz i know we need to have an extra talk. so call me.&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;i should take work off on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;and have a party.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;thats what i need.&lt;br /&gt;arg..&lt;br /&gt;i just got bad news.&lt;br /&gt;i was planning on going to dear Winnipeg for March Break.&lt;br /&gt;but i just realized that we have different March Breaks.&lt;br /&gt;shizzz. =S that really wrecks my day.&lt;br /&gt;alot alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta find some way around that. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i'll talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;when you call me.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;kathleen.xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115973803836230531?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115973803836230531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever experienced that?&lt;br /&gt;you're feeling kinda happy.&lt;br /&gt;but its kinda a fake happy?&lt;br /&gt;at least i think it was anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and then you like.. all of a sudden experience like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACTUAL &lt;/strong&gt;happiness?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;that happened to me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;you people.&lt;br /&gt;make me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;so much.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could spend wayy freaking more time with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;then life would be . just.. aaahh.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i have to get back to dreary homework..&lt;br /&gt;and then tomorrow get back to fake happiness.&lt;br /&gt;kk peaceeee and looooove.&lt;br /&gt;kathleen.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say an extra prayer for moi&lt;/strong&gt;. i need it =) &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. see you next monday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115923059941138836?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115923059941138836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115923059941138836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115923059941138836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115923059941138836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-ever-experienced-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115878155548855415</id><published>2006-09-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:45:55.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;every single one of you make me what i am today.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so greatful for it.&lt;br /&gt;i know this is pretty much random..&lt;br /&gt;but thats me =P&lt;br /&gt;so carrying on..&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;dont know what brought this random post of a thought on,&lt;br /&gt;twas prolly sparked by seeing alot of you at that choir kick off last night.&lt;br /&gt;totally boosted my happiness from a 3 to a 9.&lt;br /&gt;just need to have my winnipeg people again.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant have everything.&lt;br /&gt;so this is great enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;but yes.&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;so freaking much.&lt;br /&gt;and just wanted to randomly say thank you for everything, and putting up with me. lol&lt;br /&gt;until we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;kathleeeeeen. xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115878155548855415?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115878155548855415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115878155548855415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115878155548855415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115878155548855415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115817812588739156</id><published>2006-09-13T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:08:45.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling better about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;if you were wondering =)&lt;br /&gt;i wont go into detail but ya,&lt;br /&gt;things seem to be looking better.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the prayers, clearly they worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all i have to say for now i guess =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much lovee.&lt;br /&gt;kathleen.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115817812588739156?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115817812588739156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115817812588739156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115817812588739156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115817812588739156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/09/feeling-better-about-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115791906154943868</id><published>2006-09-10T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:11:01.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blarg.&lt;br /&gt;i just hate days like this.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just not today..&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping its only today.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this feeling isnt going to last for a while.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like almost complete shit.&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this too much.&lt;br /&gt;i keep trying to tell myself things will work out, and that i'll be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;but it just doesnt feel right.&lt;br /&gt;trying to play happy music.&lt;br /&gt;but then i jsut wanna smash the CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just cuz i'm afraid of getting too comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm just making up excuses.&lt;br /&gt;and don't tell me its PMS ( ahem .. victor lol)&lt;br /&gt;maybe i really should just run away to where i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;but where DO i want to be?&lt;br /&gt;i like to think i know, but maybe i dont...&lt;br /&gt;its probs more important to be where i NEED to be.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;and maybe where i think i need to be, isnt really where i need to be, its actaully where i want AND need to be.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know why i feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say a prayer for me.&lt;br /&gt;i really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115791906154943868?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115791906154943868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115791906154943868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115791906154943868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115791906154943868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/09/blarg.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115768477719561895</id><published>2006-09-07T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:06:17.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>allergies.&lt;br /&gt;i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;i never used to have allergies.&lt;br /&gt;until i got this damn hamster.&lt;br /&gt;even tho i love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;but makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;ON TOP of my damn cold.&lt;br /&gt;ARG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school has started.&lt;br /&gt;so many new faces to meet.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what makes me think?&lt;br /&gt;i see so many faces in one day,&lt;br /&gt;and then maybe one day i meet the person.&lt;br /&gt;and the days before that, they were just a random kid.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe now they're an aquaintance. and maybe in a month or more or less, they could be a really good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;so first impressions are everything.&lt;br /&gt;which is a totally overused line, but its pretty much true.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i hate being sick when i meet people . (hint hint, i'm sick with a really bad cold the first week of school... so i'm sniffling every five seconds. and thats most likely a turn off. and my voice  is nasal-y, cuz my nose is plugged dammnet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to agree with you , Kathleen L.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends aswell.&lt;br /&gt;If only they all went to the same school as me, and same classes. that would totally make my life.&lt;br /&gt;cuz, most of the time, people classify me as outgoing. but to be honest with you, I'm usually only most outgoing when i'm with at least one person i know. and that really sux when you're in a new school if you know what i mean. cuz i can be rather outgoing once i am. if you know me, you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;you see, thats the problem with me. im' SO dead tired and feel so crappy in the mornings. and at night, i just dont sleep. gah. sometimes i just hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;...you can be a smart aleck and say, "what you can do is go to bed." and i wont laugh. because. im too cool for that. but then i'd prolly laugh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what i just noticed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm making NO sense. I'm sorry for wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry for wasting my own time.&lt;br /&gt;but wait.&lt;br /&gt;this may acutally not be a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;cuz then i can get my thoughts out before i go to bed, and then i can go right to sleep, without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;but then i will always find something new to think of.&lt;br /&gt;until i stick my head phones on, clik 'play' on my discman, and listen to a round of Iver. cuz they're the most relaxing band i've heard in my life. you must have a listen... &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ivermusic"&gt;www.myspace.com/ivermusic&lt;/a&gt; ..if only their CD contained more than just 4 amazing songs :( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;just after a few more minutes of chatting with tony.&lt;br /&gt;cuz we have such fun conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;your confused, sick, joyful, thankful, stupid, depressed, hyper, random, lost, found, and more at random times these days friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleeeen.xo.&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115768477719561895?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115768477719561895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115768477719561895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115768477719561895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115768477719561895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/09/allergies.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115715151177856318</id><published>2006-09-01T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:58:31.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just visiting my hometown of Winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;i love those people so much.&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty much family to me.&lt;br /&gt;we had such a frikkin amazing time together.&lt;br /&gt;every second was a blast//party.&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to bed before 4 am once :P&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that i've been back there again, i miss it 10 zillion times more.&lt;br /&gt;if thats possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back soon enuf&lt;br /&gt;you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. enjoy the new blogskin. i love it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115715151177856318?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115715151177856318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115715151177856318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115715151177856318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115715151177856318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-just-visiting-my-hometown-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115523085433345911</id><published>2006-08-10T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:27:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't you just wish you could get into someone else's head, and know what they were thinking?&lt;br /&gt;or.. go into someone's head and explain what's going on, with a guarantee that they'll understand? and not be upset?&lt;br /&gt;or dont you wish you could tell someone something, and if things didnt work out that way, you could rewind and not tell them what you said?&lt;br /&gt;or dont you wish problems like these would all go away&lt;br /&gt;and we could live in this pretty green and pink world where everyhting was peachy keen, you'd have the love of your life, and your best friends with you every second, walking through pretty shrubs with rosy pink berries on them, and cute little birds chirping. and we could eat sour gummy bears, and chicken pasta primavera, chapman's icecream and shirley temples to our heart's content?&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could fastforward to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;that would be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;cuz life is a test. for everyone. from God.&lt;br /&gt;if not, life would be a pointless long time.&lt;br /&gt;with shit that you have to deal with for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;i love him.&lt;br /&gt;get me out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115523085433345911?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115523085433345911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115523085433345911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115523085433345911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115523085433345911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-you-just-wish-you-could-get-into.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115513460103589037</id><published>2006-08-09T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:43:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant put thoughts into complete senctences. too much work right now.&lt;br /&gt;-confusion of love&lt;br /&gt;-excitment of things to come&lt;br /&gt;-frustration&lt;br /&gt;-fear of beginning a new chapter&lt;br /&gt;-more excitment of things to come&lt;br /&gt;-mind boggled with stuff i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i'll stop blogging and do them.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four days till winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;-kathleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115513460103589037?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115513460103589037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115513460103589037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115513460103589037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115513460103589037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/08/cant-put-thoughts-into-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115350771001207927</id><published>2006-07-21T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:50:34.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[ Unchanging ] - Steubenville, Ohio, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. you're most likely wondering where i've been.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;this time i have a more interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;I went on a Catholic youth retreat in Stuebenville Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;and wow. did i ever have an amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;At first, i was worried i wasnt going to be able to go, with complications at work and all. But I was able to get off work, thanks to all of you i asked to pray for me! cuz i dont know what i would've done with myself if i had missed out on this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, it was a 6 hour bus ride. But before you cringe, i have to tell you that we had some pretty hilarious times on that bus, that i sometimes wish that it could have been longer!! The bus is where my cousins Elise, Maeve and I were really really hyper. oo so much laughter. sry to all who had to endure our loudness. The bus was also where we first met Peter, our new friend of the weekend. haha. poor peter was sitting alone. and we decided to go and join him, and we all ended up hanging out all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, on the way there we watched "John Q" i reccommend it. rather good movie. and yeah. the guys brought out their guitars and we sang a few songs. which was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we finally go there. There was only one other Canadian group attending this retreat. so it was cool. Sooo many americans and they're crazy accents lol. every group had their own shirts, a certain color..so it was so cool to see them all packed in the auditorium in different colored groups. we were red and white =) obvi..on the front they said "Unchanging" with a canadian flag..and underneath it said "Eh-Men" haha..get it?:p and then on the back, there was a drawing of Jesus on the cross and it said "I Love You This Much" pretty sweet eh? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we first got there, the first time everyone was packed into the auditorium, we had this huge praise and worship sesh. andit was pretty awesome..all those teens praising God. like wow. what an inspiration. and then we met our host of the weekend, "Righteous B".. Catholic rapper. holy hilarious. but really good. 'LEMME HEAR YA SAY CAFFLIC!" lol.wow. funny times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/crowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like this..times 10. this was our view to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o, by the way the weekend theme was "Unchanging"..like..how God is unchanging. so we had this sweet theme song. with crazy actions. ... a bit of a challenge to do on bleachers. but we managed haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. yaeh, there was pretty good food. rather organized i must say lol. and we slept on this gym floor thing . at least it had astro turf aahha. it was covered in like..this plastic wrap stuff lol and we each had our own little squares marked off with tape right beside eachother of how much room we had (sleeping bag size) .holy cramped. but we fit tons of girls in that gym, so its pretty good. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite part of the weekend was the Saturday night Adoration.&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who dont know, Adoration is when they take the bread that the priest turned into the Body of Christ and place it in this sun-looking thing called a Monstrance. and so during Adoration this time, the preist carried the Monstrance around, held it up in the air and walked around in the crowd while we all sang praise and worship. for like 45 minutes. wow . it was amazing. all these teens on their knees with they're hands in the air reaching out to Him. So many of them were crying uncontrollably, or laughing hysterically, or even falling slain in the Spirit, which it kind of like fainting, except you're like...in a peaceful sleep for a few minutes. wow. so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;so heres my story of the weekend... i was sitting in the last row of bleachers, and the priest brought the Monstrance all the way up like he did for the other rows... . and He was right beside me. like..everyhting around me didnt matter. it was just me, and Him. I was reaching out and i felt all tingling all over. like wow. what a feeling. I was soo close to falling slain in the Spirit myself. i told Christ that i wasnt ready yet. and i was okay. maybe next year. But this was enough for me. The whole time, i was crying uncontrollably for Him. I really needed this. Just total giviing it all to Him. Reaching out to Him. Singing and praising Him like there was no tomorrow. After this experience, I dont know how anyone could believe that Christ is not present in the Eucharist. Because I know for sure that He is there. Because i felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After adoration was over, for some reason i still didint feel totally complete. i was like..'whats missing??" i was expecting everyhting to feel better after this.. but then&lt;br /&gt;Righteous B =P called anyone up, who thought they were ready to officially give their lives to Christ from that moment on to stand up, and come to the front. I was one of those people. He came around and blesssed everyone , and said a prayer for all of us to be strong and take everything we could from the retreat.&lt;br /&gt;I went and sat back down..and we sang some upbeat worship songs. and then&lt;br /&gt;i felt amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i felt God's love so close again.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt get enough.&lt;br /&gt;like wow.&lt;br /&gt;and before we had Adoration, we were all soo tired from the day.&lt;br /&gt;But afterward, we were all so full of energy and it was sooo cool. ate some pizza in the dark. lol. much fun. sharing what we felt with eachother. Hugs all around. Feeling so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, the next day, Sunday, i made my stupid move of the year. lol&lt;br /&gt;are you ready? =P&lt;br /&gt;okay. so we were in Mass, and there was a collection basket going around..i think it was going towards hurricane Katrina. anyway. i went into my wallet to get out a couple bucks..in one hand i had 2 dollar bills..and the other hand i had two 20 dollar bills...guess whose the winner of the day and puts the wrong hand into the basket? ME. stupid american money all loooks the same.&lt;br /&gt;i only noticed when i went to go buy some stuff at the gift shop when all i ahd was two bucks. ooooo dear. did i ever feel dumb. haha. i got teased about my stupidity. but whatev. it was funny. and thats more money to the poor! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah. and it was funny. cuz weird americans would come to us and be like.. "what do you guys do in canada?" and we'd play along and asy "o you know..builing igloo's, icefishing..making snowmen. its so wierd that none of your houses are made of snow here!!" ahahaha and after we had enuf fun we'd tell them about how normal we are. lol. but this one girl we met was soo amazed with us, and our money. we showed her toonies and loonies and she was speechless!! lol she made us trace them on her shirt and we're like...cant we just draw a circle? and shes liiks no. its cooler this way =P lol. it was pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. that was most of the weekend that i can explain to you. all i can say now is that that retreat was totally what i needed, on top of the amazing fun that i had, and the amazing people that i met,and the people i already knew and strengthened my relationship with. i feel so much better about my faith now than i did before.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i can't wait for next year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Amazing love..how can it be? That you my King would die for me? Amazing love, I know its true. and its my joy to honor you. In all I do, let me honor you.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115350771001207927?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115350771001207927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115350771001207927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115350771001207927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115350771001207927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/07/unchanging-steubenville-ohio-2006-well.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115197812537303383</id><published>2006-07-03T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:55:34.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>p.s. i'm not yet finished my thoughts for the last blog, so dont get your panties in a knot ;) ahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115197812537303383?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115197812537303383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115197812537303383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115197812537303383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115197812537303383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/07/p.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115180793158510553</id><published>2006-07-01T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T19:38:51.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Canada Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you're probs wondering where i've been.&lt;br /&gt;i was away at a cottage with my family. twas a lovely time. and i've been quite busy. having all these thoughts that i wanted to put down into a blog. but yah. havent had much time. and i'm not feeling in the mood to write them right now. so i guess they'll just stay as contemplative thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but today i was thinking..&lt;br /&gt;i've talked to a few people recently about their religion. and how they think that when they're older, they'll prolly belong to a different church. and i was so confused..&lt;br /&gt;how can someone believe in something so strongly, and still think that in a few years, they're prolly going to change what they believe?&lt;br /&gt;how can you be so grounded in your faith at the present moment, easily knowing that what you believe will be different in a few years?&lt;br /&gt;it just boggles my mind. if i ever thought that in a few years, i'm not going to believe the same things i do now, i think i would break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;many people switch churches so often and never have the chance to build up what they're believing in that certain community.&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to another thought..&lt;br /&gt;i've heard this quite a few times happening, where people leave the Catholic Church that they belonged to, just because maybe the one specific church tehy attended didnt have a good youth group, or the music at the Mass wasnt to their liking or something. it made me so mad that after they've experience Christ's Body in the Eucharist, they can just leave so fast. Recieving Him physically like that is such a great gift and an honor..i dont know how anyone could have given it up... theres such a closeness you feel when you recieve Him in that way. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;This is making me excited for a retreat I'm going on in a few weeks. Catholic teens from all over are going and i'm so excited. It's going to be an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;oops!! i ddint realize what time it was..haha i gotta get going.&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115180793158510553?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115180793158510553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115180793158510553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115180793158510553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115180793158510553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-canada-day-so-youre-probs.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-115012787735379378</id><published>2006-06-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:52:58.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had been losing sleep over the excitment in waiting for that day/night.&lt;br /&gt;it came and went too fast.&lt;br /&gt;but it was all i had hoped for and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night, one of my good friends slept over. haha. crazy fun time. watching movie that makes me cry every time. even tho its kinda cheesy. and then we coo'd over the main guy. obvi.cuz thats what us girls do. esp. when its Oliver James. tehehe.&lt;br /&gt;next day was the local parade. good time haha. with a bunch of friends. almost chased down gum-giver-outters. but fought the urge..lol..not to mention any names. um. walking down to the event that wasnt there was a pretty good time =P but i must say, i pretty much enjoyed that sno cone. and those fries soaked in ketchup. ew.&lt;br /&gt;water fights on the sidewalk are always fun too. esp when you get shoved hard (by accident elise? hah) onto the concrete and drenched with water. but i got her back. in a way that shall not be described here. let's put it this way. you missed out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;climbing telephone poles is another thing that i quite enjoy. this being my first experience with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="423" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/climb.jpg" width="532" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure all who were there enjoyed the Dunn-ness of me and elise stealing the center of attention and performing Moulin Rouge tunes for all to hear. haha.&lt;br /&gt;saturday night was my summer backyard party. it was a really good time. almost everyone i invited was able to attend. we set up a sound system for guitars and keyboard and mic and we played and sang songs together. and then we sat around the campfire and talked and sang songs. perfect summer moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="474" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/P6051702.jpg" width="475" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; again. it was amazing. if only that night had last lasted forever. i'd be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ time isn't letting this night go on ][these are the nights-making april]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we talked&amp;joked&amp;amp;laughed&amp;took pictures&amp;amp;played music together. i cherished every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;crazy fun times playing songs, and talking with everyone. icing cupcakes for KathleenL's bday was deff a good time..even tho i'm not as skilled as keith in that area =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="453" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/P6051696.jpg" width="494" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and as the night grew darker, the crowd became fewer, but i tell you, the fun did not stop.  there was more hot-dog and mallow roasting by the fire. more funny topics to talk about, more songs to be sung.hilarious improv'd "hippie song" by the ryan's i might add haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and, big moment when Keith left..haha i quite enjoyed this..we decided that we'd do our "good-bye scene" yet again. haha that pretty much made my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, some tears were shed as friends left, but it was always "i'll see you soon" just to take some of the pain away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;once again, i must say that all these people are the best people i've ever met. and i'm so glad that i've met you, and gotten to know you so well, even tho its only been over this short time. thanks for always being there. can't wait for more crazy fun times to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love till the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kathleen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-115012787735379378?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/115012787735379378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=115012787735379378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115012787735379378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/115012787735379378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-been-losing-sleep-over-excitment.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114986680147665884</id><published>2006-06-09T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T08:33:20.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;an afternoon of fun with my little sisters!! ahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="1115" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/chins002.jpg" width="1014" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="412" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/chins001.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 171px" height="490" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/chins006.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i love my sisters. &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114986680147665884?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114986680147665884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114986680147665884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114986680147665884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114986680147665884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/06/afternoon-of-fun-with-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114960882185944773</id><published>2006-06-06T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:47:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i pretty much just sneezed 3 times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;and it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also reading some hilarious comics on &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.com"&gt;www.explosm.com&lt;/a&gt; and pee'ing myself laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/arrows0001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114960882185944773?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114960882185944773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114960882185944773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114960882185944773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114960882185944773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-pretty-much-just-sneezed-3-times-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114937949580598831</id><published>2006-06-03T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:04:55.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>p.s. you can now comment my blogs..its at the top of each blog =)&lt;br /&gt;sweet deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kathleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114937949580598831?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114937949580598831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114937949580598831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114937949580598831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114937949580598831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/06/p_03.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114930484405564250</id><published>2006-06-02T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:20:44.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>departures and arrivals. (2)&lt;br /&gt;so i thot that, since i'm missing out on the Cast Party at the moment (which is barely a party bcuz i'm not there ;) that i should write my blog on the amazing play that we were all in..&lt;br /&gt;aah okay. so.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, it was national keith day. and wow. a few ppl lost their existence because of it (dont ask) but we did get free cake...welll.some of us did..seeing as Ray hid it for the whole day, and when we got it back, it was pretty much melted. But it's the thought that counts right?haha.&lt;br /&gt;my pringles were swell tho. =P&lt;br /&gt;hahah. that sweet game of pain? and how stefan, mike, and josh like..were tackling eachother on the floor for like 5 minutes pretty much made me pee my pants in laughter. aahaha. (guess you kinda had to be there eh?:P)&lt;br /&gt;and then. record timing of the make-up process. I, once again, was given the job of "eye linering" everyone. and i'm sure the men are happy to announce that, though they endured much physical and emotional pain through it all, they survived. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and the dress rehearsal?&lt;br /&gt;wow. i have to admit, we kinda sucked. I pretty much burst out laughing in every one of my scenes, but no worries. =P&lt;br /&gt;but the actual final performance was amaaaaazing! AND I DIDNT SKREW UP THE AIRPLANE SCENE! weeeeehoooo! lol wow. and i pretty much have to say that both nights bradley and i did 'the hug' properly. i guess all that practicing paid off eh? =P haha but i'm so friggin proud of all of you. our play was soo amazingly hilarious, i cant wait to see the DVD of it! I'm gonna watch it like 500 times this summer.wow. the audience was awesome and laughed at pretty much everything, which was rather good.&lt;br /&gt;and then, going to wendy's after was a pretty swell time. haha. take a look at the pics on myspace..www.myspace.com/kathleendunn ...then you'll see the awesome time we had =)&lt;br /&gt;all of you are such amazing people. some of the greatest people i've ever met in my life! i can't get over it. and how close we got in the past week? its so awesome!!! aaaaah i love you all millions. sry i couldnt make it to the cast party. hopefully most of you are coming to my party. BLASTx175248495615874512356484975615745875231162649455547961!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;loveyouallmillions&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;till next time,&lt;br /&gt;your ever so lovely flight attendant,&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;br /&gt;p.s. probs will be wearing that hat on my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. you're all invited.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s. gonna miss you bradley and beky!! have an amazing time in idaho/panama. you two are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114930484405564250?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114930484405564250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114930484405564250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114930484405564250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114930484405564250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/06/departures-and-arrivals.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114912725276563667</id><published>2006-05-31T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:00:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. our first act of "Departures and Arrivals" was last night..&lt;br /&gt;i can't get over how much crazy fun yesterday was!!!&lt;br /&gt;as usual, the practices and the dress rehearsals were fun.&lt;br /&gt;and hot..and sweaty..&lt;br /&gt;but wow! so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;sooo many random random moments..&lt;br /&gt;you guys are such whiners with the eyeliner ahah! at least i didnt poke you in the eye!!=P&lt;br /&gt;some people were pretty nervous, but got over it in no time.&lt;br /&gt;being on stage like that gave all of us such a rush! wow. that was soo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;the play just flew by like that.&lt;br /&gt;along with the heat and sweat. =P&lt;br /&gt;but at least we had fans..hahah&lt;br /&gt;and haha the audience found the play quite hilarious i must say, which is a good thing! wow. it made us all get into our roles all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda botched my lines in the last scene, but you'd only know that if you were in the cast. haha. (THANKS TO THE AMAZING KATHLEEN LAIRD FOR FEEDING ME MY LINES! I CANT THANK YOU ENUF)&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get to bed, and get ready for yet another amazing day tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;which is also "National Keith Day" ahaha. what fun. =P&lt;br /&gt;WEEHOO! CANT WAIT FOR TOMORROW!!...&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114912725276563667?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114912725276563667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114912725276563667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114912725276563667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114912725276563667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114866400863278899</id><published>2006-05-26T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:20:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as you can see, i've added a new look to this blog of mine. hope you like it, cuz i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. its a Friday, so far, no plans for this evening. and its raining. Most people would find the rain depressing. Most of the time, i find it quite refreshing. To me, rain is like..a renewal of the earth. Makes everything refreshed and clean. When the rain stops, it may not be totally a sight to behold at first...but once it soaks up the sun, its truly beautiful.Walking//dancing in the rain is one of my favorite things to do. Theres just something enlightening about having droplets of cool water that falls from the heavens touch and trickle down your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep last night to lines from the play rushing through my head over and over again. I guess thats a good thing..means i've been practicing and its actually registering lol. I hope the play turns out. I'm almost one hundred percent sure it will. ..you know what's weird? alot of the characters in our play don't have names..i think the night of the play i shall give them all my own names..starting with my own. I think I should be named "April". *sigh* i love that name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candie, my little green budgie, whom i've had for 4 years, passed away yesterday. I came home from all the excitement of drama to find her frail body. just laying there. i shed a tear on sister's shoulder, and realized she lived a good life. She even survived the 3 day car ride with us, when we moved here. And I still have my other little blue budgie Skye. so dont feel too bad for me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;this is skye..sadly i don't have a picture on the computer of Candie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/sky_skool.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's all for now. I think i'll go and play the piano and sing and get lost in it all..its a good way to clear my head. ..and then maybe i'll go for a walk in this rain...if only you were here to walk through it with me. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;-kathleeen&lt;br /&gt;{ nothing in this world could keep me from staring at you }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114866400863278899?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114866400863278899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114866400863278899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114866400863278899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114866400863278899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-you-can-see-ive-added-new-look-to_26.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114861194720003594</id><published>2006-05-25T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:24:09.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="307" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/me.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="401" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/joe2.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="397" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/ray.jpg" width="424" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray's hair // half straight =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="372" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/mikelysh.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="396" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/guys.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today//tonight was pretty awesome. we had our dress rehearsal for "Departures and Arrivals. from 9:00 am till 6:30 pm ish. wow. longer than expected, but much needed practice was had there. and fun of course. we were all kinda worried it wasnt gonna come together in the first act.but everyone pulled their act togther by the end. hahaaa i just made a funny "act together"? ahah i'm such a joker.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY i'm sorry. its late.&lt;br /&gt;but twas hilarious putting eyeliner on keith . YOU'RE SUCH A WHINER haha jk. and then seeing everyone with tonz of make-up (ahem, kathleen L. ahem hehe but i love you anyway) haah. and mike. you dressing up in all the costumes. i mean ALL the costumes. ahahah&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. it went well, adn then Brittni, Sarah, Ryan, Rosie, Bekah, Dave, Jess, BRADLEY (haha, sry bud) and I went for dinner at East Side's after. had a grand time. with some random conversations. haahhaha. amazing food, speedy waitress, funny jokes, all equaled to a good time.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i should go to bed, because my mom told me to go to bed about an hour ago. and i'm a rebel and still up. mwahah =P so yeah. thanks for the awesome time today guys, cant wait for the play. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114861194720003594?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114861194720003594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114861194720003594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114861194720003594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114861194720003594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/05/rays-hair-half-straight-p-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114851785519933012</id><published>2006-05-24T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:44:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so many thoughts i'd like to express to you through this keyboard here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but they're so jumbled up, i can't get them in order right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the only thing i can get out of me is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wonder how i can be without you anywhere at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kathleen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114851785519933012?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114851785519933012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114851785519933012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114851785519933012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114851785519933012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-many-thoughts-id-like-to-express-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114818090479636492</id><published>2006-05-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T20:08:24.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so here's my blogs from myspace. now you can get caught up to date with my wonderful life..pffft..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday, May 11, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AOC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i know that i've been simply raaaaving about how much fun AOC was, maybe its time for me to share what went on at the awesome weekend of AOC.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, for anyone who doesnt know what AOC is, it stands for All-Ontario-Choir, but its basically for homeschoolers. lol. Its a Christian weekend, so we had Devotions and such, and we also had activities (games) and, who would've guessed, singing!! and at the end of the weekend, we performed our songs for our parents.&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT. now that that's clear, onto the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday night was registration night, so for an hour, ppl arrived, signed in, and then just talked with old friends, and met new friends. The hall was packed and hot, but we still had a fun time. So once all that important stuff was out of the way, it was time for games!! So we played this random game outside even tho i really didnt understand what was going on, as did half the people,  i just ran with the crowd.lol. and so yeah, the night went on like that with games, and then at the end of the night, we had some praise and worship in the hall which was totally moving and so awesome to see and have all those kids praising God with you. After that, we all went to either the person's house we were spending the weekend at, or our own houses.&lt;br /&gt;Early Friday morning, we all gathered into our groups ( mine was group blue WEEHOO with Anne, Bridget, Laurie, Jordan, and Dave...leaders were Michelle and James..) and had group devotions. The topic for our devotions was Consumerism and how it affects us the society. We had quite the interesting discussions, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had a good time practicing choir songs. aaand then there was lunch. great food i must say. (good job stephen and rach ahah) yeah, random pictures were taken, and hilarious jokes were made. and then we had the awesome game of PICTURE SCAVENGER HUNT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So what we had to do was, take the list that our leaders gave us and take pictures of what was on the list. Things on the list were crazy things like,&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Photo, Jungle Photo, Abstract Art, Sears Catalogue, "You Weren't Supposed To See That", "How Many People Can You Shove In A Car Trunk", "Crime Investigation, and amusing things like this. well, this is how our group displayed some of these things...&lt;br /&gt;for the wedding photo, we had Jordan and I, stand as if we were getting married, underneath this georgeous flowery tree, Dave stood between us as the preist, and the rest stood at the side as bridesmaids..i have yet to see this photo...ahaha&lt;br /&gt;For "Abstract Art" Jordan, with his awesome skills, braided some grass together for Anne to wear in an awesomely cool fashion..damn we are creative ahha.&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the Sear's Catalogue, i was chosen (for obvious reasons...pffft haha) to be the model..yeah. i sat on a rock. weehooo.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites, the " You Weren't Supposed to See That" we had Dave ( of course ) do his Monkey Impression. wow.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, we managed to fit everyone into the trunk of a car...do NOT ask me how we did that.&lt;br /&gt;And then, for our lovely Crime Investiagtion, we stole Stephen (our lovely photographer =P ) 's pocket knife, made it look like it was going into Anne's neck..you won't believe how real it looked! (sarcasim..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;unfortunatly, our photos weren't quite as creative as the other groups, but we still had a hilarious time taking them.&lt;br /&gt;but this brings me to the story of how i became "kathleen brink" for the weekend..&lt;br /&gt;well, first of all, you must know, that Keith Brink and I traded name-tags for the weekend. And so, when i was being asked by Chris what my name was when i signed up for the Coffeehouse, i said "Kathleen...(looked down at my nametag...) Brink!!" ...silence "OMGSH THAT DIDNT COME OUT RIGHT!!!" so then keith, kathleen, chris, and i all burst out laughing. and thats my story. and stephen, i know you're rather jelous. but, hey, you'll get over it. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So then was supper, (once again, awesome food ) and THEN was coffeehouse!!!! wow. amazing talented people we had at AOC!!! We had vilions, euphoniums, singing, piano, guitars, skits, slideshows, bands, flutes, and tonz more. I , for one, played the piano and sang the song "You". And then we all had to vote for our favourite performances, which from there about 7 were chosen to perform at the Finale Concert.....&lt;br /&gt;After the Coffeehouse, we had more praise and worship to end off the night, before we went home to bed...but before that, i tried to show Victor(( vincent =P)) that i could beat him up. so we settled to a Mercy Fight...well, if i was a liar, i'd tell you that i won. but i'm not. soo i'm gonna tell you that Victor won this fight...BUT WE'RE ON FOR A RE-MATCH NEXT TIME I SEE YOU VINCENT!!!!! ahahaah.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&gt;&gt; Finale!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Went as follows..&lt;br /&gt;Group Devotions, Group Picture, Rehearsal, and the beloved..&lt;br /&gt;AEROBICS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wow. words cannot describe how much freaking fun that was!!! ahahah esp. since the music (techno praise&amp;worship =D) we used was awesomely awesome...(p.s. i still gotta buy a copy of that...from who knows where..) yeah, mr. aerobics instructor was a cool cat. his accent was most of all the primest accent i've ever heard. aaahh where to begin. Keith was THE MASTER at aerobic-ing. if that makes sense. he was so into it. aaaaaah keith you are deff my hero. so as you can tell, aerobic dancing was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Theennnn there was storytelling..we had this lady come in who was rather good at telling stories. quite funny i might add! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had dinner, and THEN it was time for the FINALE CONCERTTTT!!! from what i heard, Kathleen2, Kimberly did a lovely job of playing/singing before the show, and then the AOC choir came in, and the men sang the song "We Are The Men" ( coincidental? i think not..) and then us ladies sang "Painless Opera"...and thats all i have to say about THAT thrill of a song!!! ahahaa. Then, we had "Coffeehouse Favorites" Where, Madelaine and Andrea did an AWESOME job of playing the violin and piano in a duet. Then Jen and her amazing skills and violion!!! wow. i dont think i've ever seen fingers go so fast. And I did my song on the piano and singing, and then we had Ryan perform the song that he wrote called "Learning" aww ryan. you are simply amazing. i loved it. anndd thenn last but not least, we had Jon, and the song that hee wrote about giving yourself to God. Amaaazzing piano and vocals Jon!! aaahh i cant get over how much i love that song. Then back to our lovely choir, singing, " African Psalm" " Sheep May Safely Graze" The Heavens Declare Gods Glory " Keep Your Lamps" and "Amen Alleluia". I have to say, we were quite amazing. No doubt about that. And thanks so much to Mrs. Goheen for being such an amazing choir director and an inspriration to us all &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;But, all good things must come to an end, even if it was an awesome weekend like AOC. So we all said signed eachother's sweet green folders, took our last pictures, and said goodbye until next year. aaaaaah. so now i am (aswell as many other AOC goers) are fighting the depression of missing everyone and the awesome times we had those past few days.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all sooooooo much for such an amazing and awesome weekend! I really had the time of my life. Every person i met there was so awesome and i can't wait to see you next year!!! Praise God for awesome times like AOC! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;to see some pics from the lovely event, visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spaces.msn.com/AOC2006"&gt;www.spaces.msn.com/AOC2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or see my pictures at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spaces.msn.com/kaddyeh"&gt;www.spaces.msn.com/kaddyeh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEE i love ay-oh-seeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;miss you all like crazy. thanks for the good times. SEE YOU NEXT YEAR!!! WOOT WOOT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday, April 03, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;singin' in the raainnn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bad morning.&lt;br /&gt;bad noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL  AFTERNOON!!!&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why??? okay. well. i was walking to voice lessons, and it was sunny. but thats not it. and voice lessons went gret, and i'm singing My Heart Will Go On for my recital. but thats not it either..&lt;br /&gt;on my way home..there was a large&lt;br /&gt;KABOOM!&lt;br /&gt;and guess what happened next??&lt;br /&gt;IT STARTED POURING&lt;br /&gt;and for most ppl, that would SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;but if you know me, you know that i looovveee walking in the rain. and i rejoiced and danced all the freaking way home. i even took off my sweater ( i had a tshirt underneath fellahs haha) so i could enjoy the rain all the more.&lt;br /&gt;yes, dancing in the rain is my absolute fav thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;and luckily, i was not struck by lighting, and thats why i'm here to tell you my lovely story...the only thing that was missing was the love of my life. which i know will come around eventually (or maybe he already has?), and will walk in the rain with me.        &lt;br /&gt;and so here i am listening to Frank Sinatra and Michael Buble, just to keep my mood up. but i'm leaving for choir now, to grace all with my presence! tehehe.&lt;br /&gt;love you aallllll =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;p.s. get better lysha, my love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday, March 30, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's in a good mood? holy crap!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning is a momentous occasion..wanna know why??&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN A GOOD MOOD! IN THE MORNING!! AT MY OWN HOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if thats not amazing, i don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what brought it on? prolly the fact that i went to bed on time last night, and also the fact that I listened to Frank Sinatra as i got ready, and also the fact that it's O.C. NIGHT!! wooooooot!! so i thought i'd just let you all know that i'm in a great mood this morning, and that duznt happen often. i'm usually only in a good mood in the evening...thats why i dont sleep&lt;br /&gt;but if i was outside of my house..i'm usually in a good mood all the time. just..some ppl in my house kinda..piss me off to say the least...esp the ones i'm with 24/7...not to name any names...&lt;br /&gt;but lets not talk about them. because i have freaking awesome news...&lt;br /&gt;THE NEW GOO GOO DOLLS WEBSITE IS UP&amp;RUNNING!!!!!! like omg. i think i pee'd myself when i went to the site and it was all newww and purrtttyyy. and the best thing is....THE LYRICS FOR THEIR NEW SONGS ARE UP!! omg the lyrics are sooooooo friggin amazing. like i couldnt believe it. you must go and chek it out. and if you didnt know yet, the latest GooGoo Dolls album, Let Love In, is being released on April 25th!!!! i'm soooo going to HMV that day to buy it. omg i cant waittt!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.googoodolls.com/"&gt;www.googoodolls.com&lt;/a&gt; !! anyhooo..&lt;br /&gt;i'm also getting a long-awaited hair-cut this afternoooon. i hope it looks good..i'm thinking that i'm gonna get bangs and short layers..but i dont know why i'm telling you this. so!&lt;br /&gt;just some words of advice, if you're ever in a bad mood, listen to Frank Sinatra, because he puts you in a good mood...at least he does for me&lt;br /&gt;just one more thing...i'd like to say good luck to alyssa and nathan and the rest of the "sound of music" cast&amp;crew in Winnipeg, MB on their performance tomorrow and saturday!!! i know it will be stellar.&lt;br /&gt; i've got the woorrlldd on a strinnngg sitting on a raainnnbowww!...i'm so in love! thank you Mr.Sinatra, for those inspiring words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday, March 28, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in follow-upp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In follow-up to my last blog, I am posting these lovely reasons why I dont do my art-appreciation homework, according to my dear friend lysha whom I love with a passion...whether they are true or not...( I hope you dont mind me volunteering your work as a donation to my blog lysh )&lt;br /&gt;Reasons Why Kathleen Dunn Does Not Do Her Art Appreciation Homework&lt;br /&gt;..1. she can tell people that she doesn't do the homework and feel cool...2. she can examine her rebelliousness and feel intellectually minded...3. she finds that not doing her art appreciation homework gives her this odd feeling that something is missing. it makes her cry. kathleen realizes she is emo and goes to find a knife...4. not doing art appreciation homework leaves time to have a party. dismissing the thought of being emo- she throws a party. (using the knife she found to cut a cake.)..5. kathleen finds that not doing art appreciation homework means in class she can choose random answers during quizzes without feeling worried she's choosing the wrong answer...6. kathleendunn is just cool like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday, March 21, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blaahh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;did you know that?..if you were in my art class you would. =P you would know that i've been in that class since..hmm..well a few months now. and i havent done any of the reading homework assigned. ever. and i leave my sculpture/essay homework until the night before. but thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;the point i'm making now is that i couldSLASHshould be doing math or science or composition or art or religion or any schoolwork right now, but i decided to write another blog. because i'm bored with doing the same schoolwork everyday. i'm bored with being at home. i'm bored with sitting around with the same ppl every day. i need variety.&lt;br /&gt;at least jessica is here behind me. rambling on about stuff that i'm not even listening to. o well. at least she THINKS i'm listening..just cuz i give her a random grunt to her comments every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i just remembered? i just remember that i havent memorized my lines for the play either. i should prolly get on that. and work on learning how to hug someone properly. seeing as i have to do that in the play.&lt;br /&gt;you'd think i'd know how to hug someone properly, since giving hugs is my fav thing to do. but..on command like that? its actually kinda difficult. o well. i'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;aiight. now jessica has decided that she should call her lover, matthew, in dear old winnipeg...they talk about dumb things. and now i'm making fun of them =P cuz thats what i do best. muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;so now that i've wasted about 5 minutes or more of your life, depending on how fast you read, i should prolly shut up and get some work done. yeah. that would be the smart thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;love forever,&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday, March 16, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i was upstairs with my older sister who spilled hot tea all over herself and has a 2nd degree burn. and i cant sleep.and neither can she. so i came down here. and now i'm sitting here talking to nathan and alyssa. alyssa is my lover ;) and nathan..well ..is nathan. haha. he's telling me quite interesting things.dont ask =P but anyway. marie (from winnipeg) left today . was really sad. i cried. but i shall not talk about this sad subject anymore. i love you gummi bear.&lt;br /&gt;march break is coming to a close. but ST.PATTIE'S DAY IS TOMOROW! and i'm super excited. i'm going to the Brassie to hear my dad&amp;amp;uncle play/sing, and i might sing a few songs too =D so yeah! and michelle is coming out to visit once again! YAY=D&lt;br /&gt;hurray for being irish ... KISS ME I'M IRISH =P...wait..scratch that aha.&lt;br /&gt;but i should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;big day tomorrow. gotta clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;see y'alls l8er =P ahaha. God Bless&lt;br /&gt;kathleen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114818090479636492?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114818090479636492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114818090479636492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114818090479636492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114818090479636492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-heres-my-blogs-from-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28303158.post-114818047933615988</id><published>2006-05-20T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T20:01:19.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so for now. i'm just seeing how this new bloggy thing works.&lt;br /&gt;Keith is my teacher in this new thing. I shall follow in his steps..i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna start off by posting my myspace blogs here, cuz thats where i normally blog my life away. but i'll do that later. keith is telling me how to change my template and such. so i'm sorry this is the lamest first blog ever. but what can i say? ..i dont no. lol.&lt;br /&gt;SO COME BACK TO READ MORE BLOGS LATERR&lt;br /&gt;-kathleen*&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28303158-114818047933615988?l=kathleendunn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/feeds/114818047933615988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28303158&amp;postID=114818047933615988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114818047933615988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28303158/posts/default/114818047933615988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathleendunn.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kathleen dunn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02618162466357681167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f268/kaddyeh/horizon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
