<?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-2805517001458589338</id><updated>2012-01-25T02:36:30.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLERG!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-4387543323789507545</id><published>2009-06-24T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:18:48.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAbkh4TMRqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAbkh4TMRqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm catching on to The Mighty Boosh craze a little late, but I'm still super obsessed. 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I'm too embarrassed to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-4387543323789507545?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/4387543323789507545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=4387543323789507545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/4387543323789507545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/4387543323789507545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-obsession.html' title='My New 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-6669371966771485055</id><published>2009-05-31T19:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:44:40.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this kind of hurts a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-6669371966771485055?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/6669371966771485055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=6669371966771485055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6669371966771485055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6669371966771485055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-kind-of-hurts-little.html' title=''/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-3084361594202410716</id><published>2009-05-07T02:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:55:15.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey guess what?</title><content type='html'>I hid the musical instrument and you will never find 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what?'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-6854337071697249032</id><published>2009-04-23T15:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:20:58.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Week Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SfC_brqLGAI/AAAAAAAAADE/xdTL2RcYZ8g/s1600-h/n171200272_30387051_2868822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SfC_brqLGAI/AAAAAAAAADE/xdTL2RcYZ8g/s320/n171200272_30387051_2868822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327968841476282370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates are amazing, I say that every time, but I have never met two women more refined than Carolyn and Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reno 911! just gets better with time. Terry is the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost close to 20 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SfC_V9o0c4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tlEiGjDAe-8/s1600-h/n171200272_30387036_3843840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SfC_V9o0c4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tlEiGjDAe-8/s320/n171200272_30387036_3843840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327968743223227266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Portland for a beautiful week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-6854337071697249032?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/6854337071697249032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=6854337071697249032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6854337071697249032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6854337071697249032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-week-ever.html' title='Best Week Ever.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SfC_brqLGAI/AAAAAAAAADE/xdTL2RcYZ8g/s72-c/n171200272_30387051_2868822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-4557934919475373528</id><published>2009-04-21T04:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:20:58.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baba O'Reilly</title><content type='html'>LIfe is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-4557934919475373528?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/4557934919475373528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=4557934919475373528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/4557934919475373528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/4557934919475373528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/04/baba-oreilly.html' title='Baba O&apos;Reilly'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-961643887301773493</id><published>2009-04-14T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:18:33.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Lord.</title><content type='html'>I'm not good at making good decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Wells brightened 1310 SE Clatsop for the short time he visited. It was splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates are the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-961643887301773493?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/961643887301773493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=961643887301773493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/961643887301773493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/961643887301773493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-lord.html' title='Good Lord.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-4117107724823199382</id><published>2009-04-07T18:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:37:57.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Wives.</title><content type='html'>I love mine.&lt;br /&gt;I hate conflicting schedules.&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt more beautiful than the last two days. A combination of my lovely roommates, new bras, and a certain boy who lives next door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a skirt today that has not fit me in over a year. Yeah, I'm feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Cheese? Yes please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-4117107724823199382?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/4117107724823199382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=4117107724823199382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/4117107724823199382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/4117107724823199382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/04/sister-wives.html' title='Sister Wives.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8504446582768501560</id><published>2009-04-05T12:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:10:48.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you BETCH!</title><content type='html'>Did that really just happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8504446582768501560?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8504446582768501560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8504446582768501560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8504446582768501560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8504446582768501560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-betch.html' title='you BETCH!'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2421958478751399653</id><published>2009-03-26T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:16:55.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roman's Dead</title><content type='html'>Car has really bad ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Wells is going to grace my sister wives and I for what is bound to be an unforgettable Easter celebration. Dance parties, coloring eggs, passion plays. All in a weekend's work with Mr. Wells. All you other unfortunate motherfuckers who can't be there should be super jealous and try your hardest to get out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel the longing for my friends on the East Coast. August 3-8 I will be in New Hampshire, but I don't think that I'll be able to get to Pennsylvania unfortunately. But anyone who wants to make a trek to New Hampshire on any day but the 6th when my best friends get married to each other, they can feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed is currently broken so I had to sleep in the chair last night and Liz gets up at the asscrack of dawn for work, and I heard her get out of bed, adjust the thermostat and then I don't remember anything else. I slept through all of her morning preparations which includes making some delicious, slightly complicated breakfast (normally). I just slept right through it. Weird. I guess I'm a little over tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will be doing my 2nd performance with Curious Comedy at Open Court at 8 PM. Come one and all! Everyone can play!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2421958478751399653?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2421958478751399653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2421958478751399653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2421958478751399653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2421958478751399653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/03/romans-dead.html' title='Roman&apos;s Dead'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-3242735984451654024</id><published>2009-03-23T06:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:24:05.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower Seeds</title><content type='html'>confusing. confusing. confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered this one time when i "acted on the stage" at jesus college tonight. such a great story. i miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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Seeds'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/ScdjEgOFwXI/AAAAAAAAACM/XnTizG3qggM/s72-c/n55303761_30677616_4166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-1154340855386455464</id><published>2009-03-20T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:49:29.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Gravy</title><content type='html'>This week has been a bit of a downer, but the weekend has made a turn for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold a bunch of Power Plays this week, but I'm pretty tired of pushing it on people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chickened out of playing at the theatre last night which I do regret, but there's always next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of the funniest conversations about frosting and ice cream I think I have ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tonight will include good people and some pints at the Black Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe naptime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-1154340855386455464?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/1154340855386455464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=1154340855386455464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and awesome roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to cuddle with luna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2559440987139266014?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2559440987139266014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2559440987139266014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2559440987139266014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2559440987139266014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday.html' title='FRIDAY'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-6526997022888059206</id><published>2009-03-12T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:11:21.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Marmalade</title><content type='html'>Remember how great Moulin Rouge is? I just re-watched it for the first time in years. It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I perform tonight for reals for a real performance. IMPROV BITCHES. i feel better than i did when i wrote my previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, PAM IS HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-6526997022888059206?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/6526997022888059206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=6526997022888059206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6526997022888059206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6526997022888059206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady-marmalade.html' title='Lady Marmalade'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-1849285553572516363</id><published>2009-03-10T20:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:43:19.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't want to do improv today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-1849285553572516363?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/1849285553572516363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=1849285553572516363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1849285553572516363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1849285553572516363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-want-to-do-improv-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-266153924465668616</id><published>2009-03-09T01:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:16:18.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my house.</title><content type='html'>LIZ YOU ARE NOW NUMBER ONE ON MY LINKS. BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thornton is a fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-266153924465668616?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/266153924465668616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=266153924465668616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/266153924465668616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/266153924465668616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-my-house.html' title='I love my house.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2526375460931525790</id><published>2009-03-04T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:34:45.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think that turtle looks beautiful right now</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that Liz has a way better job than I do. Her stories are way better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to seriously try writing things that are awesome. So I may start using this as a way to do that. But we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was so sick I threw up. It has literally been YEARS since I threw up (without the influence of alcohol) from being sick. It was gross. I spent all day sleeping and sipping water and by about 6 I was pretty much back to normal. I cannot even begin to say how happy I am it was only a 24 hour bug. I hate being sick, especially when the biggest symptom is nausea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car spends more time yelling at her turtles than she does anything else. I swear. But it's not a bad thing, I'm just saying it's the truth. Now I have to prepare myself for a physical beat down for mentioning her name in my widely read blog. If I don't update for a while, it's because she broke my fingers. One by one. Maybe roller derby IS a good idea for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining. I should go for a walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2526375460931525790?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2526375460931525790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2526375460931525790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2526375460931525790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2526375460931525790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-think-that-turtle-looks.html' title='I don&apos;t think that turtle looks beautiful right now'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-7229952751761730405</id><published>2009-02-27T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:39:48.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week so far i have...</title><content type='html'>-gone to good will and bought pants TWO SIZES SMALLER than previously owned clothing.&lt;br /&gt;-walked everyday but one.&lt;br /&gt;-was a part of a winning trivia team.&lt;br /&gt;-had some sweet hang outs with a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;-got a package from my parents filled with "i love new hampshire" treasures.&lt;br /&gt;-worked quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;-got made fun of for wearing a headband everyday that i worked.&lt;br /&gt;-got a game pre-order.&lt;br /&gt;-went to this magical place entitled the "waffle window".&lt;br /&gt;-talked to numerous friends for long periods of time on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;-upgraded my phone so that i now have voicemail like a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;-did i mention i'm down two sizes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a good week. now i need to practice patience, honesty, and courage. three things that i'm terrified of. oh liiiiife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-7229952751761730405?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/7229952751761730405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-547622071998389333</id><published>2009-02-24T03:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:18:58.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee I'm Glad It's Raining</title><content type='html'>Today I went for a walk outside and got caught in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a hot shower as soon as I got home.&lt;br /&gt;It was magical.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to work.&lt;br /&gt;It was mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm getting ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep will be delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-547622071998389333?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-1426677921109664389</id><published>2009-02-20T21:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:16:44.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day, Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful day filled with sunshine, good food, good conversation, grocery shopping, and more sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland is a wonderful place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having all these dreams that involve some fantastic hug along the lines of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SZ9jGVKODzI/AAAAAAAAACE/Za3fDBmvkw4/s1600-h/IMGP0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SZ9jGVKODzI/AAAAAAAAACE/Za3fDBmvkw4/s320/IMGP0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305067846476107570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Kirsch, my infamous Facebook fiance is probably in the top 5 huggers of my whole entire life. I don't get super awesome sweet hugs anymore. Every once in a while I'll get a pretty fantastic Car hug, but really, I've been missing that part of my life where I didn't go more than, say, 10 hours without some sort of human contact involving a hug or holding hands or what have you. I really miss it. And I would really like it if all of these people would come out to Portland and hug me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Diaz&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Kirsch&lt;br /&gt;Abbie Getty&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Burgess&lt;br /&gt;DREW LANE&lt;br /&gt;Bryant Vance&lt;br /&gt;Richard Chagnon&lt;br /&gt;Landree Fleming&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Holston&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Paolangoli&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Leh&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Brigham&lt;br /&gt;Josh Button&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Swisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for respecting my wishes and coming to HUG ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-1426677921109664389?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/1426677921109664389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=1426677921109664389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1426677921109664389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1426677921109664389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-day-sunshine.html' title='Good Day, Sunshine!'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SZ9jGVKODzI/AAAAAAAAACE/Za3fDBmvkw4/s72-c/IMGP0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5210061364245717138</id><published>2009-02-18T04:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:39:48.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Chemistry</title><content type='html'>So today felt like i was back in college again.&lt;br /&gt;You know, back in the day when I had 3 jobs, full course load, and various productions to work on.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day when homework was something I did at 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day where most of my time was spent in the theatre or in Burgess' room or in the union.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day when I was so busy that taking a 10 minute nap felt like Jesus had come back to sing me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day when my biggest concern was how I was going to finish my Bible project and my Theatre History project on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have learned to do better at no doing much. I don't feel like I've wasted a day if I go on a walk or clean my room or just do something productive. I don't have to accomplish a million things a day and squeeze in a diner run in order to feel like life is slipping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a combination of west coast living and elizabeth powers that has helped teach me that not everyday has to be full of activity. Sometimes it's much more wondrous to slow down a little and take time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was awesome tonight. I felt like I really put myself out there and I took some risks and I had so much FUN. No panic attacks, no getting lost on the way to the theatre, no crying, just FUN. which is what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to the next couple days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5210061364245717138?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5210061364245717138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5210061364245717138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5210061364245717138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5210061364245717138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/02/mad-chemistry.html' title='Mad Chemistry'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5396044841658254321</id><published>2009-02-14T15:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:26:32.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Thought I'd Be on a Boat.</title><content type='html'>My favorites all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/499728dfa6627b91/4994997d0e61e2b9/5931409a/-cpid/c7184b2b937f9b56" id="W4727a250e66f9723499728dfa6627b91" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/499728dfa6627b91/4994997d0e61e2b9/5931409a/-cpid/c7184b2b937f9b56" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to play with some of the super talented curious company on Thursday night. It was my first time playing with these people that I have grown to respect and admire and it was fun. I didn't really put myself out there. I was pretty much forced out there, but I'm glad I was. I hope I can grow into becoming much more comfortable with myself that I will start to initiate scenes on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentine's Day. I see it as a day to celebrate love. Not a day to be bitter that I'm single. So happy love day my friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all there is to say. Let's see if I chicken out on the phone number giving tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5396044841658254321?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5396044841658254321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5396044841658254321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5396044841658254321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5396044841658254321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorites-all-time-i-got-to-play.html' title='I Never Thought I&apos;d Be on a Boat.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-7274521259346186493</id><published>2009-02-11T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:38:06.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a dolphin, doing flips and shit.</title><content type='html'>Today I dropped my lovely roommate off for work at 8:30. I then spent until 11:00 driving all over the place looking for The Lonely Island CD which I finally found at Barnes &amp; Noble for an extremely reasonable price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improv class continues to challenge my brain to stop thinking and just go with the flow. It's really hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got lost while driving to the theatre and called my instructor and started crying. I need to work on my anxiety and panic attacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to listen to I'm On A Boat Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-7274521259346186493?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/7274521259346186493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=7274521259346186493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7274521259346186493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7274521259346186493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-on-dolphin-doing-flips-and-shit.html' title='I&apos;m on a dolphin, doing flips and shit.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-3800849599202428341</id><published>2009-02-06T16:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:44:41.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to go to there.</title><content type='html'>my stomach won't settle.&lt;br /&gt;oh dear lord it's happening again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-3800849599202428341?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-832624487766642137</id><published>2009-02-03T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:59:35.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my roommate is part sasquatch.</title><content type='html'>the weather has been ridiculously nice lately. today my roommates and i went on a long walk that was nice until about the last 15 minutes when i really wanted to sit down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to leave for improv class in about 10 minutes. cue super anxiety stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention how beautiful the weather has been?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-832624487766642137?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-7013740280968952722</id><published>2009-01-31T15:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:36:34.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"you violated me."</title><content type='html'>Everyday is a new adventure in the carlizkatie household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: not only was i accused of taking off liz's clothes and placing them on the couch earlier today, but car also tried to push me out of the house and then cornered me with her butt dance. EVERYDAY this happens, only in different forms. and i NEVER participate in the craziness. NEVER................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SYTEUIQtHvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h_312hWqnqk/s1600-h/IMGP0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SYTEUIQtHvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h_312hWqnqk/s320/IMGP0394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297574911788523250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-7013740280968952722?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/7013740280968952722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=7013740280968952722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7013740280968952722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7013740280968952722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-violated-me.html' title='&quot;you violated me.&quot;'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SYTEUIQtHvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/h_312hWqnqk/s72-c/IMGP0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-7742158157667097633</id><published>2009-01-29T03:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:00:31.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't really understand people who have no ambition or drive to try and be better than they were the day before. Working somewhere like Hollywood Video and Blockbuster has given me the opportunity to meet people who live a lifestyle I have never been able to even begin to understand. One person lives in a house with about 9 other people, sleeps all day, parties every weekend, and works when he has to. That's his whole existence. He doesn't want a better job, he's never wanted to go to college, he doesn't have any clear goals he wants to accomplish before he dies, he just lives this lifestyle where he sleeps and parties. I don't understand that. Not that I necessarily have to or that I judge him for choosing to live the way he lives, but I just don't understand it. What motivates him to get out of bed in the late afternoon? I would not want to be alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a greater appreciation for my roommates every day. I love that we all come from pretty different backgrounds and have discussions about all different things. I continue to learn more and more and from them and I can feel myself beginning to change (in good ways) by trying to look through their experiences. Growing up is an interesting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take walks. I need to take walks. I need to take walks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-7742158157667097633?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/7742158157667097633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=7742158157667097633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7742158157667097633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7742158157667097633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/01/things.html' title='Things..'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-579599261556220087</id><published>2009-01-22T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:56:49.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Peppermint Marshmallows.</title><content type='html'>I just got another overwhelming feeling of love and attachment to Portland. I seriously am so happy to be here and to be on my own and to be starting something that could potentially boost me to where I wanna go in life. It's crazy how I never in a million years thought that I would be in Oregon. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My improv class started on Tuesday and I'm really hopeful. There are definitely things I have to work on, but that's true for everyone. It's intimidating to be kinda just thrown into it, but really, there isn't any other way to do it. I just wish I had done better on my last scene. It would have been hilarious, but I totally bombed it. It's ok, it's bound to happen. It's a nice size class and I hope to make some friends in the process. I'm actually kinda in disbelief about the whole situation, but we'll see what happens. And my first scene got a big laugh, so there's that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my life just keeps moving forward. Work is work and it sucks, but at least I have a cool group of people to work with. That makes it much nicer. I'm trying to find more places to eat and hang out in Portland. I have eaten at Hub brewery which was delicious and they make all organic beer that is delicious, and I had a hot chocolate with a homemade pepppermint marshmallow. It was the most amazing cup of hot chocolate. Also, a little coffee shop call Lovecup makes my life a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXjBTKBIRhI/AAAAAAAAABs/NySuas5ZGRY/s1600-h/l_fe4a75bffd0cfff77d1753628a3097db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXjBTKBIRhI/AAAAAAAAABs/NySuas5ZGRY/s320/l_fe4a75bffd0cfff77d1753628a3097db.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294193896824784402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another reason why I love Portland so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-579599261556220087?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/579599261556220087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=579599261556220087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/579599261556220087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/579599261556220087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/01/homemade-peppermint-marshmallows.html' title='Homemade Peppermint Marshmallows.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXjBTKBIRhI/AAAAAAAAABs/NySuas5ZGRY/s72-c/l_fe4a75bffd0cfff77d1753628a3097db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2774235532598742342</id><published>2009-01-19T14:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:45:04.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light as a feather, stiff as a board.</title><content type='html'>My new obsession is horror movies from the 90's. I never watched any when they first came out, so now I'm going through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improv class starts tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2774235532598742342?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2774235532598742342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2774235532598742342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2774235532598742342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2774235532598742342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/01/light-as-feather-stiff-as-board.html' title='Light as a feather, stiff as a board.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-4094955192258813901</id><published>2009-01-16T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:53:40.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I live now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXEB1DKIhPI/AAAAAAAAABk/_I7nuIg9E-w/s1600-h/IMGP0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXEB1DKIhPI/AAAAAAAAABk/_I7nuIg9E-w/s320/IMGP0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292013048029545714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXEB0wOsCXI/AAAAAAAAABc/dSDqWchpQdo/s1600-h/IMGP0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXEB0wOsCXI/AAAAAAAAABc/dSDqWchpQdo/s320/IMGP0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292013042948376946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXEB0Vfr0HI/AAAAAAAAABU/Qs7y1x_2HcM/s1600-h/IMGP0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXEB0Vfr0HI/AAAAAAAAABU/Qs7y1x_2HcM/s320/IMGP0383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292013035771908210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with oregon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-4094955192258813901?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/4094955192258813901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=4094955192258813901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/4094955192258813901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/4094955192258813901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-where-i-live-now.html' title='This is where I live now.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SXEB1DKIhPI/AAAAAAAAABk/_I7nuIg9E-w/s72-c/IMGP0396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-131148167706365497</id><published>2009-01-13T04:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:36:16.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something</title><content type='html'>i think i spend too much of my time pretending to be places i'm not and spending time with people i'm not really spending time with. i have a sort of false reality that i use to try and boost my self esteem. but in this false reality i am not the person that i know i really am. in the false reality, i'm thin and attractive to the opposite sex. i am smooth and funny and easy to get along with. i am good at everything i try. you would have thought i would have left this behind in high school, but i have never been comfortable in my own skin. i feel like this other katie, the false katie i have dreamt up in my head, is actually the real me hiding behind the mess of who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not an unhappy person. i try to find something positive about everyday of my life. i'm confident about where i am, who i spend my time with, and activities i participate in. but for some reason this false katie is always there to remind me that i could be so much better. and i'd like to believe that that's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-131148167706365497?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/131148167706365497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=131148167706365497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/131148167706365497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/131148167706365497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/01/something.html' title='something'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8645428134128703160</id><published>2009-01-09T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:36:50.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams</title><content type='html'>So apparently watching Paranormal State and Pineapple Express in the same week will give you really messed up dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been  a really great couple weeks and things look like they are just going to get better. I'm so happy I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even having a customer yell at me couldn't bring me down at work. I was just hoping he was going to get really out of hand so that I could ask him to leave. I really wanted to ask him to leave. But no such luck. He asked me to close his account and he walked out, probably calling me bad names in a another language, on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten how awesome Freaks and Geeks was and how I am forever indebted to a Mr. Matthew Thornton for giving me the gift of Freaks and Geeks which I still have hidden away on my macbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates are cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8645428134128703160?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8645428134128703160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8645428134128703160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8645428134128703160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8645428134128703160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/01/weird-dreams.html' title='Weird Dreams'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8716424851579175417</id><published>2009-01-05T05:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:02:26.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life will never be the same again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/pdf/burnside_map_sep2006.pdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the map of the most incredible bookstore i have ever been inside of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you portland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8716424851579175417?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8716424851579175417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8716424851579175417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8716424851579175417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8716424851579175417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-will-never-be-same-again.html' title='My life will never be the same again.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-6727190664729879208</id><published>2009-01-03T02:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:50:18.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I feel like this is the 100% right place, I'm meant to be here, this is exactly what I should be doing with my life kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like these kinds of days lots and lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-6727190664729879208?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/6727190664729879208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=6727190664729879208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6727190664729879208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6727190664729879208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-6056202755227561845</id><published>2008-12-28T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:00:40.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you. :)</title><content type='html'>So Christmas happened.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually pretty awesome. I got a really nice package full of happy things from my mom and dad and my roommates and I got each other some pretty sweet little gifts. It was great to have a traditional Christmas morning since I was missing home so much. I also got a little something from my brother and sister in law and it was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a customer come into Hollywood and give me cookies and a book. It was so nice and so like Portland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Portland more and more everyday. I get to start improv class next month and STELLA is coming to Portland which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates are two of the best people in the world. I think we are all settling in and living together really well. I'm also about one paycheck away from getting back up on my feet and able to take care of myself without the help of my roommates. It will feel good to be a real life adult finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family and friends so much, but I'm hoping that some will come out and visit me in the next couple months. It will be delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-6056202755227561845?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/6056202755227561845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=6056202755227561845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6056202755227561845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6056202755227561845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-for-you.html' title='Just for you. :)'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-3714895654166487546</id><published>2008-12-18T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:52:20.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Baby</title><content type='html'>Researching on the internets is hard to do sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still finding it really hard to get going everyday. I dread having to get dressed and go out into public. Once I'm wherever I'm going, I'm totally fine. I just like being home in my sweatpants and not caring about anything. I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate riding the bus. I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love Paul Simon and Janis Joplin and The Beatles. At least they remind why life is good. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I can't be with friends who are going through rough and confusing stuff because I'm in oregon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a christmas tree and it's really cute and we have decorated the whole house and it looks really nice, but it's not home. and i miss home a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do really enjoy my roommates and the people i have met here so far. it's fun to be at the theatre and it's not bad at work, i just miss the people i used to spend everyday with. i miss having my best friends 2 minutes away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's life. and i know it's getting better. i just miss what i had to leave behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-3714895654166487546?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/3714895654166487546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=3714895654166487546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/3714895654166487546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/3714895654166487546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/12/cry-baby.html' title='Cry Baby'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2170602956108794524</id><published>2008-12-13T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:56:29.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>I almost always dread going to work.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I dislike my co-workers,&lt;br /&gt;Or most of my customers.&lt;br /&gt;Or the actual work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the fact that I have to take a shower, get dressed, go outside, then work, it's just...i'd rather stay in bed all day. &lt;br /&gt;Or just watch Big Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard accomplishing anything when it's so dark and gross outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still desperately need a good long hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2170602956108794524?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2170602956108794524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2170602956108794524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2170602956108794524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2170602956108794524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/12/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5609514298035861231</id><published>2008-12-09T19:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:45:54.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glen Baxter is my new favorite artist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/ST8RMwqaYcI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5NgRWTph3c/s1600-h/431395019_2f9a4994c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/ST8RMwqaYcI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5NgRWTph3c/s320/431395019_2f9a4994c2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277956199220404674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I explain any further?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5609514298035861231?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5609514298035861231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5609514298035861231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5609514298035861231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5609514298035861231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/12/glen-baxter-is-my-new-favorite-artist.html' title='Glen Baxter is my new favorite artist.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/ST8RMwqaYcI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5NgRWTph3c/s72-c/431395019_2f9a4994c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-643125901218419061</id><published>2008-12-08T03:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:20:21.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?!</title><content type='html'>Andy Samberg and I are totally fighting right now.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I laughed at the digital short, but was horrified all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-643125901218419061?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/643125901218419061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=643125901218419061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/643125901218419061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/643125901218419061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/12/really.html' title='Really?!'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-1849707315144291219</id><published>2008-11-30T18:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:07:15.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that Thanksgiving has happened....</title><content type='html'>Time to bust out the Christmas albums and decorations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm dreading a Christmas away from family and without a baby to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy instincts are on high right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also terribly lonely. It seems that everyone in Portland is super attached already. Aren't there any single guys left in this world?&lt;br /&gt;-------ew. I can't believe I just typed that sentence. I will NOT become like those women on Sex and the City. WILL NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some serious cuddle time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-1849707315144291219?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/1849707315144291219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=1849707315144291219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1849707315144291219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1849707315144291219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-thanksgiving-has-happened.html' title='Now that Thanksgiving has happened....'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8662724990087856226</id><published>2008-11-27T13:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:31:17.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SS7q041VCGI/AAAAAAAAABE/9DI0mYD-j0E/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SS7q041VCGI/AAAAAAAAABE/9DI0mYD-j0E/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273410408027588706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Noelle Terry Long! Isn't she precious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8662724990087856226?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8662724990087856226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8662724990087856226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8662724990087856226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8662724990087856226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-abbey-noelle-isnt-she-precious.html' title=''/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SS7q041VCGI/AAAAAAAAABE/9DI0mYD-j0E/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8480900326410048486</id><published>2008-11-26T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:31:38.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now Presenting!</title><content type='html'>My new niece, Noelle Terry Long was born this morning around 10 ET! She's a healthy 8 pounds and everything went very smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy and grateful. I just wish I was home now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8480900326410048486?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8480900326410048486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8480900326410048486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8480900326410048486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8480900326410048486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-now-presenting.html' title='And Now Presenting!'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-6217294355491274943</id><published>2008-11-24T15:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:47:42.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ew</title><content type='html'>too much beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-6217294355491274943?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/6217294355491274943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=6217294355491274943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6217294355491274943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6217294355491274943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/ew.html' title='ew'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2102899070286691043</id><published>2008-11-22T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:27:28.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What You Did</title><content type='html'>Here's the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the meme as well as the person you got the meme from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;"The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most-Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;"February Song" - Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;"Too Much Food"- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;"A Movie Script Ending" - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Prudence"-The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;"You Could Drive a Person Crazy" -Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"The Bruised Reed" - Anathallo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;"Where's the Love?"-Hanson...HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, You Have No Faith In Medicine" -The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;"Why You Wanna Break My Heart" - Tia Carrere....hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;"Yellow Submarine"-The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;"And Then There Were None" - Spring Awakening....INACCURATE..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;"Don't" - Jewel...so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;"Amazing Grace" - Sufjan Stevens.....hahahahaha...wow...i must like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Summer's Coming"-Sean Watkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;"Diane"-Guster...nope..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;"It's Coming Down"-Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;"Move to the Other Side of the Block"-Rocket Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET&lt;br /&gt;"God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"-Adam Brock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;"On a Plain"-Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;"Wannabe" - The Spice Girls...HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;"One By One All Day"-The Shins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;"Madman"-Silverchair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;"Star Witness"-Neko Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;"My Girl"-Mamas and the Papas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Hot 'N Cold- Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;When Paula Sparks-Copeland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Redford (for Yia-Yia and Pappou)-Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;"Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me"-The Pipettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;"The Bitch of Living"-Spring Awakening....SO TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Look What You Did-Jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2102899070286691043?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2102899070286691043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2102899070286691043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2102899070286691043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2102899070286691043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-what-you-did.html' title='Look What You Did'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5889637721794852752</id><published>2008-11-20T21:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:41:33.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um....</title><content type='html'>I have not been hugged since my first day here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been hugged for almost 21 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5889637721794852752?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5889637721794852752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5889637721794852752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5889637721794852752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5889637721794852752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/um_20.html' title='Um....'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-3241032877559069553</id><published>2008-11-19T00:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:05:09.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP GRACE!</title><content type='html'>I've watched quite a bit of Will and Grace lately. I watched the episode when Will and Grace really go at it for the first time. It's in season five. Sigh. I cried. Again. Only this time I was sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a rough week with missing people and my family. It's really starting to hit me that I won't be home anytime soon and it's a little ridiculous to think that anyone would be able to come and visit me. But I really wish some would. I wish I had money to share with everyone to get them out here. Hell, I wish I had the money to pay rent. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sad.&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time I'm second guessing my choice of moving out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-3241032877559069553?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/3241032877559069553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=3241032877559069553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/3241032877559069553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/3241032877559069553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/shut-up-grace.html' title='SHUT UP GRACE!'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-136216604535335204</id><published>2008-11-17T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:18:08.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things.</title><content type='html'>I'm about to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;But first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for Timmy Metzner and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, a goofy movie rules all other things on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to work. ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8240230590782626364</id><published>2008-11-14T05:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:20:48.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>Life can be really boring sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8240230590782626364?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8240230590782626364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8240230590782626364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8240230590782626364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8240230590782626364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh_14.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-3676817576611574961</id><published>2008-11-10T02:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:12:52.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"you're....running a red...light..."</title><content type='html'>today has been one of those ridiculous days where so many weird things happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning started with the best intentions of going to church. this church takes place at an elementary school cafeteria about 10 minutes from home. we get there and can't find the cafeteria while liz was trying not to  have a bathroom emergency in her pants. we then realize it's around the corner but are already 10 minutes late and liz was ready to get home. so those plans were thwarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon hanging out at home. car did homework, liz sat on the kitchen floor getting her new printer hooked up while i video chatted with the bestie. (by the by, i check your blog like a gillion times a day too :P). i then took a nap with the dog we dog sat all weekend and woke up to watch stupid youtube videos and waste more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 2:15, car went to check on her clothes in the washing machine and found the room flooded. this room is attached to the apartment on the other side of the house where a woman has been living for quite some time. this room is supposed to be shared between us, but this woman has had her stuff all piled up to the stairs to our door. so this room is flooded, boxes of her crap are getting wet, stacks of boxes are starting to lean over, so we call the landlord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 hours later......the landlord shows up, finds out it was the cover of the drain, told us that we need to poke through it with a screw driver every now and then and then leaves. really? the only good outcome of this? lady next door finally moved all her CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we leave because i needed shoes and a shirt for work. we go to payless down the road and while we were there, the poor sweet girl who was working there had her debit card and cash stolen from the back office. we were pretty sure we knew who did it, so we followed their car and wrote down the license number. then we head to old navy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the most bizarre things that has ever happened to me. we stop at a stoplight. completely stopped. 100%. the car is not moving anymore. then carolyn inches the car forward some. and then a little more and pretty soon we are basically out in the middle of the intersection. it's then that i was sure that carolyn was going to stop the car. but she didn't. she just kept moving forward. like she was driving in slow motion or something. so i say "you're running a red light" and she says "OH SHIT!" and speeds up through the rest of the intersection. it was so bizarre. it's one of those things that just happened. it was so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we are on our way to old navy and carolyn decides to tell us she doesn't know where it is, so we go to goodwill instead. which was awesome. then we came home, ate, did little things around the house and then amber and dan came to steal luna away from us again. but they did bring us delicious popcorn. cheese and caramel. mixed together. surprisingly wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was the day that we girls had today.&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;i loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car ran a red light.&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-3676817576611574961?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/3676817576611574961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2811827544074177795</id><published>2008-11-09T14:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:55:40.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>video chatting...</title><content type='html'>rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2811827544074177795?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2811827544074177795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2811827544074177795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2811827544074177795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2811827544074177795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/video-chatting.html' title='video chatting...'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5802447320858859852</id><published>2008-11-08T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:02:05.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Um....</title><content type='html'>A 10-3 orientation for Hollywood Video for people who have never worked in a movie store is the glorious day I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was guilt tripped into going into work tonight from 6-midnight. There's another night at the theatre I'll be missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of working retail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5802447320858859852?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5802447320858859852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5802447320858859852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5802447320858859852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5802447320858859852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/um.html' title='Um....'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-6914949622441310609</id><published>2008-11-06T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:27:29.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it? It's Diaper Time</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to spend the day at the theatre with Kathryn today. I hope I fit in alright and I'm able to help out a lot. I really want this to work out. I miss having a theatre community of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a family meeting last night and all I can say is that I live with two amazing women. It's going to be an amazing couple of years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to ride the bus by myself this morning. Pray I'm able to not get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little hopeful that Obama will live up to the expectations placed on him, but then again, the expectations are so high that he's pretty much doomed to fail. Even if he does do everything right. But he's already lowered the "no taxing on those making 250,000 or more a year" to 150,000. That's two blatant lies he's told already. I don't know why people have faith in him. He's not going to change anything. Whatever. Politics are dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, coffee and cereal time. MMMMM, yes please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-6914949622441310609?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/6914949622441310609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=6914949622441310609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6914949622441310609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6914949622441310609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-time-is-it-its-diaper-time.html' title='What time is it? It&apos;s Diaper Time'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-6761497274142429309</id><published>2008-11-05T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:43:35.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>here's hoping he's not as much of a crook and scumbag as his secret past has made him out to be.&lt;br /&gt;here's hoping he won't steal my money and give it crack whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's hoping that his promises aren't empty and things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i sincerely doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's just another politician.&lt;br /&gt;he's not the messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this isn't the end of america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really bummed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-6761497274142429309?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/6761497274142429309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=6761497274142429309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6761497274142429309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/6761497274142429309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2117101242004133802</id><published>2008-11-02T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:43:57.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon</title><content type='html'>So I just spent my first night in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome, and is pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;I still haven't had a chance to see the city really at all because I was so tired and it was pretty late when I got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe how I've become an adult over night. &lt;br /&gt;Instead of planning what songs to play on Rock Band tomorrow, I'm talking about how I'm going to pay the rent and what colors to paint the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the other side of the country.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not as scary as I thought it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2117101242004133802?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2117101242004133802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2117101242004133802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2117101242004133802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2117101242004133802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/11/oregon.html' title='Oregon'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-7823900626863019423</id><published>2008-10-31T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:04:09.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I leave for Portland.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are needed. I thank you ahead of time for sending one up for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I have to say goodbye to the fam, but this is right. And I have to keep faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-7823900626863019423?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/7823900626863019423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=7823900626863019423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7823900626863019423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7823900626863019423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/leaving.html' title='Leaving.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5677177392119058305</id><published>2008-10-29T23:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:48:03.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting</title><content type='html'>The amount of money in politics is disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5677177392119058305?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5677177392119058305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5677177392119058305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5677177392119058305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5677177392119058305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2667038847882313127</id><published>2008-10-27T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:40:18.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..This Is Paranormal State.</title><content type='html'>Paranormal State has done more to re-instate my faith then Messiah ever did through any chapel. That show represents so much compassion and love and I just can't express how much I admire the PRS group and what they do. I don't care if what they find is not real, I believe that every intention on that show is to reach out to people and let them know they are not alone and they help them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time next week I will be in Portland, and the election will be almost over. Both things extremely exciting prospects. I'm starting to pack and I cry almost every day. I also don't sleep. But I hope this is right. I feel confident sometimes and then other times I re-think it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmrsslucpZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmrsslucpZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is going to blow my mind into little pieces of brain matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2667038847882313127?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2667038847882313127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2667038847882313127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2667038847882313127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2667038847882313127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-paranormal-state.html' title='..This Is Paranormal State.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-1319880970210315924</id><published>2008-10-24T01:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:32:51.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a leap of faith, Jack"</title><content type='html'>Yup, you guessed it, I'm still watching Lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been one of the better days I've had in a long time. I feel so confident about my life choices and Portland and it's just been so nice to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also gotten some crazy news from my New Hampshire buds about things going on in their lives. I'm just overwhelmed with how quickly time goes by. When I first met Tracy, she said all she wanted was to live alone with tons of cats, and now? Well now she's engaged to the love of her life, her best friend, the one we all knew she was going to get married to. So next August it looks like I'm going to watch my two best friends in my life get married to each other. Just the thought of it makes me tear up, good Lord help me on the day of the wedding. There are various other things going on that I won't mention in a public blog, but it's just so crazy. We seemed to have grown up so fast and I feel like I wish i could go back to the days when I was absolutely ridiculously immature working in the kitchen, saying and doing stupid things, and learning so much about who I am. As awful as the work at camp was, I would never ever ever take any of that back. These people have ended up being the people who have stuck by me through everything. (excluding college buddies, i'm talking people who have known me since high school). There is only one person (basically) that I'm in relatively close contact with, and it's not surprising who it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really been enjoying my rest and relaxation time, but I'm ready to be so busy that I can't even think straight. I miss having class all day, about an hour of time to myself, then spending all night doing theatre. I miss being a part of something interactive and unpredictable and live. I miss the connections that you make with people in a situation like that. And most of all, I miss the whole crowd of people who made college awesome for me. But I know I have to move on. I know it's time for me to grow up. I'm just sad to leave that part of my life behind. It's just such an awesome part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more insightful things to say. Maybe I will once I get out to Portland and start experiencing new things. Like naked bicycle riding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when there was never anything serious to worry about? Like when we were about 10 years old and the worst thing that could happen is the other kids at school being mean to us. Well, I've lived a very blessed life that that was the worst thing that could happen to me and I am thankful, but I still miss that. Apparently I'm ridiculously nostalgic today. I blame Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week. One week. One week and my life is going to completely change. &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-1319880970210315924?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/1319880970210315924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=1319880970210315924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1319880970210315924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1319880970210315924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-leap-of-faith-jack.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a leap of faith, Jack&quot;'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8480334992337959004</id><published>2008-10-22T03:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T03:09:56.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we are living in a material world....</title><content type='html'>i hate madonna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also hate this "spread the wealth around" socialistic idea. the day i see obama spread HIS wealth around instead of spending it on hotel room service for lobster tails and IRANIAN CAVIER ( the most expensive kind) then maybe i'll take him seriously. MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;but doesn't he have that brother over in Africa who lives in a shack and is ridiculously poor? that brother that he mentions in one sentence of his book? that brother that he certainly hasn't spread his wealth to? if you believe in something, PROVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 9 days from Portland. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go on a legitimate ghost hunt sometime really soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do these things before i leave:&lt;br /&gt;-pack&lt;br /&gt;-organize my boxes that are staying here at home.&lt;br /&gt;-get a second piece of luggage&lt;br /&gt;-try really hard to see josh and tracy one more time so i can hug them because they're engaged now. :)&lt;br /&gt;-make as much money as possible.&lt;br /&gt;-work things out with hollywood video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not looking forward to saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;especially to my little brother. he's pretty much the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other brother called today and we talked for a little while. i miss him a lot. i don't like that he's in baghdad. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think those are all the random thoughts in my head for now. i should probably try to sleep. or maybe i'll watch some more where in the world is carmen sandiego. it's TOTALLY on youtube. loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8480334992337959004?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8480334992337959004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8480334992337959004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8480334992337959004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8480334992337959004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-living-in-material-world.html' title='we are living in a material world....'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2406064962722913641</id><published>2008-10-18T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:26:19.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you do it, you can never take it back."</title><content type='html'>TODAY IS THE TWO WEEK MARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m so excited. I'm also super excited because i already kinda have a job set up. as bad as i feel for quitting at my current job, they are going to transfer me out to hollywood video which is very very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not sleeping again. and i've had to drive my mom to work at 5 in the morning. blah. so i've been getting like an hour to an hour and a half. maybe that will make it easier to sleep on my flight. ahhhhhhhhhh. i'm so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost is still controlling my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched The Strangers last night with my little brother and it was terrifying. i know a lot of people thought it was dumb, but it just grosses me out that there are sick people like that in the world. it was just so eerie and gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 freaking weeks. wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2406064962722913641?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2406064962722913641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=2406064962722913641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2406064962722913641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/2406064962722913641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-do-it-you-can-never-take-it-back.html' title='&quot;If you do it, you can never take it back.&quot;'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8142780233837442107</id><published>2008-10-15T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:55:45.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You make your own luck, Hurley"</title><content type='html'>I'm continuing to re-watch Lost. And I cried like a baby (again) when Sun and Jin get in their big fight and he tells her it's too late. They are incredible characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also only about 2 weeks from leaving for Portland. It's insane. I keep thinking about how the flight is going to go and whether or not it's going to go smoothly and what life will be like once I get there. It's crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the election. I'm ready for November 4th and for it all to be over. And I hope that McCain wins. I hope so much. Obama is breaking the Constitution running for president. HE WASN'T BORN HERE PEOPLE. A vote for him is a vote to change the Constitution. I'm not down with that. I think the fore fathers knew what they were doing when they wrote it. Obama is a dangerous man. And I don't like McCain that much, he's just the better choice in this equation. Don't believe the media, don't believe the celebrities (they're mostly uneducated and lemmings as it is.) Stay informed. Think for yourself. Obama will raise taxes. I have not doubt about that. He has all these great ideas with no way or plan to fund them. So you know how they're going to get funded? TAXES. Idealism is the basis of his campaign. Unfortunately, we have live in the real world and realize that as much as we'd like it, we will never live in a pacifist world. And as much as we'd like to change it, we can't. We can't just live in Idealism. We need to realistic sometimes. "Spreading the wealth" doesn't work. Socialism doesn't work. IT'S IDEALISTIC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were on Lost, I'd be Hurley. No joke. &lt;br /&gt;Who would you be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8142780233837442107?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8142780233837442107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8142780233837442107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8142780233837442107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8142780233837442107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-make-your-own-luck-hurley.html' title='&quot;You make your own luck, Hurley&quot;'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5995539385228822818</id><published>2008-10-11T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:38:31.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother</title><content type='html'>was just stationed in Baghdad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5995539385228822818?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5995539385228822818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5995539385228822818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5995539385228822818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5995539385228822818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-brother.html' title='My brother'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-6813390013519250383</id><published>2008-10-07T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:59:02.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's just something about Lost.</title><content type='html'>Lost can always make me feel good. It can always make me cry. It always holds my interest. It makes me miss certain people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep at all last night. &lt;br /&gt;I watched Lost instead.&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on my boycott of music after 1969, so I'll just post another reason why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLaivdQl9n8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLaivdQl9n8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should watch all of the rolling stones rock n' roll circus. it's incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-6813390013519250383?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-389024837487295442</id><published>2008-10-05T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:29:08.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>i'm serious. so serious. i'm totally boycotting music produced after 1969 from here on out. for these reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGJynZNr7rk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGJynZNr7rk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passion, the soul, there is nothing like that. i have not seen someone really feel to the core of who they are what they are singing. this makes me cry every time i see it. this is a HUGE festival with tons and tons of people and everyone is silent and in complete AWE of the talent on stage. this is the first major exposure that janis joplin got. and you know what she does? she sings the song. she feels it and she lets it out. she's not ridiculously attractive, she doesn't have choreographed dance moves, she is singing the song LIVE with no playback in her ear, she is there, live, not just performing the song, but FEELING all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrU_midXhI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrU_midXhI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is anyone i wish i looked like and dressed like it would be grace slick from jefferson airplane. she is an incredible vocalist and just so hip and cool. but still, it's about the music. and yeah, ok, so it's a lot about the drugs, too, but it doesn't matter to me. i appreciate it for the pure talent. it's frustrating to see acts now that get popular because there is not talent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am willing to admit even the bands that i listen to have nothing compared to the music from 1969 and earlier. nothing. i don't care who they are. even sufjan. he's too pretentious and i don't think he does it for the love of music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now more than ever i want a time machine. i want to go the monterey pop festival. and i want to see the beatles live. without all the screaming girls. which would still be impossible even with a time machine, but still. let a girl dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad my parents brought me up right listening to this music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-389024837487295442?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/389024837487295442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=389024837487295442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/389024837487295442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/389024837487295442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8090586576379526285</id><published>2008-10-04T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:03:04.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the happening</title><content type='html'>don't watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8090586576379526285?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8090586576379526285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8090586576379526285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8090586576379526285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8090586576379526285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/happening.html' title='the happening'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-7125916246232954140</id><published>2008-10-02T17:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:36:32.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pure brilliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0XknwXqLDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0XknwXqLDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with these musical GENIUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even begin to understand how this is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all current music pretty much sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and that's all i have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-7125916246232954140?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/7125916246232954140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=7125916246232954140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7125916246232954140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/7125916246232954140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/pure-brilliance.html' title='pure brilliance'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2223709796894210508</id><published>2008-10-02T06:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:35:01.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>i have so many mixed emotions in me all the time that i feel like i'll explode.&lt;br /&gt;instead, i just stay up all night. &lt;br /&gt;i've had about an hour and a half and as much as i plan on going back to bed, i know it won't be quality sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i dread going to bed every night because of how hard it is to actually fall asleep. and lately i've had dreams about cookies and cake and pie. really with that? i must be stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm stressed and scared and excited and anxious and tired and about a million more things.&lt;br /&gt;basically, i'm cho chen in harry potter and the order of the phoenix when hermione has to explain to ron and harry all the emotions she's feeling and then ron says that no one person could feel all that at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i just made a life comparison to harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-2223709796894210508?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/2223709796894210508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-987532002424760206</id><published>2008-10-01T01:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:02:44.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>i need to have more faith that i what i am doing is the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drew and car are my saviors today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portland, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MONTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-987532002424760206?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/987532002424760206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=987532002424760206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/987532002424760206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/987532002424760206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith.html' title='faith'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5961810221753783671</id><published>2008-09-29T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:06:54.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>so last night i had a dream that i was in a movie with heath ledger, but it was made before he died, and somehow i knew in the movie that he was dead and i kept touching his face and talking about how weird it was that he was still warm and alive and breathing, it was like a desperation that i knew i wouldn't be able to connect like that with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird because it seems like the sort of dream one would have about someone they actually knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a little disturbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-2554667159194459022</id><published>2008-09-28T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:09:13.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rock band 2...</title><content type='html'>...owns my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me miss saturday nights with the rock band/SNL crew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe the adventure begins in 33 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't gotten 8 hours of sleep for quite sometime. &lt;br /&gt;it probably doesn't help that my ticket is hanging on my wall for me to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss my little brother quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div 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2...'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5714065836645166658</id><published>2008-09-26T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:34:35.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>egads!</title><content type='html'>my trip is only 35 days away. i have been feeling more terrified than anything else lately. i have to admire car so much for heading out to portland with less than what i'm there with. it's nice to know that i have  a pretty large foundation out there and a place to work. i just wish the whole place to live scenario would work out, but i'm sure something will find us.  i hope it's this cute little house in sellwood. that would be nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been wondering a lot why we care so much about celebrities' opinions on politics. they're on the same level as we are when it comes to this stuff. they know about the same (or less) information than we do, why do we care so much? why can't an awards show be an awards show? why do political opinions have to be expressed and why to we care? it's one of those great mysteries. i just hope people will be smart and not follow hollywood blindly because hollywood is severely flawed. it's just dumb. and it's hard for me to trust a candidate who the media and hollywood so freely take it up the butt from. BE INFORMED. don't vote one way simply because the newspapers and sharon stone tell you to. that is all i have to say on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i broke my political silence, but i figure it's time to stop being sorry for what i believe in. so everyone can suck it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5714065836645166658?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5714065836645166658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5714065836645166658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5714065836645166658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5714065836645166658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/09/egads.html' title='egads!'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-9171363038355914305</id><published>2008-09-22T00:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:32:24.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>november first ladies and gentlemen....</title><content type='html'>so i've had a lot of time to do nothing the last couple months and it's been grand, but it also makes you think wayyyy too much all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought my plane ticket. it leaves at 8:10 from manchester, new hampshire and arrives in portland, oregon after one short changeover in baltimore at 3:55 pm. and then it's all up in the air. i just need a lot of prayer and happy thoughts that things are going to end up ok. i'm terrified right now, but i just feel like this is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to say goodbye (once again) to the loves of my life today which was easier than it should have been. this seems to be a yearly ritual where we all are together for a few wondrous days then must be violently seperated for another year. we were able to create some new classic moments, though, which is wonderful. i don't understand how i am so blessed with these people who love me completely and unconditionally. i don't deserve them. they are the greatest people i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough with the mushy gushy blah blah blah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tina fey won 3 awards tonight and i wanted to cry (but didn't) and her speeches were so great and she's wonderful and i want to be just like her. i hope that if i ever meet her she's not lame. as much as i want to be her. or her personal assistant, i think that it's better if i never meet her so that she will always just be some sort of higher being that i achieve to be more like everyday. (i'm exaggerating my idolization people. i love her, but not more than jesus. i promise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's getting a little late and i should go to bed, but i'll probably spend at least another half hour trying to see if britney's new video posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the pop culture addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-9171363038355914305?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/9171363038355914305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=9171363038355914305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/9171363038355914305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/9171363038355914305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/09/november-first-ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title='november first ladies and gentlemen....'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8188625354914393843</id><published>2008-09-08T01:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:07:47.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pop culture</title><content type='html'>so tonight i sat through the incredibly boring VMA's. i hate that stuff. i hate the girls who don't wear anything and are considered to be fashion saavy. i hate the rappers where you can't even understand what they are saying and if you did understand it would probably make you want to puke with the level of sexism that would be attached to it. i hate that it's pretty much a meaningless event, with a host that was not american and yet the whole opening monologue had to be about politics. i LOVE russell brand. love love love him, but he has much better material. much much much better. i'm just addicted to pop culture. if i had not watched it, i would have searched for information online to see if i missed anything big. it's ridiculous. sometimes i justify it by saying that for the line of work (specifically comedy) that i would like to do, it's important to be current with pop culture. but the thing is, half the time i'll make some sort of reference and no one will know what i'm talking about because it's so obscure. but i still have to know it. it's tiring. my life is really hard. (i'm being sarcastic.) there was nothing about that show that was remotely entertaining except for maybe christina aguilera who brought it. kanye west was so boring. rhianna was boring. and i hate that music so much. pink had a cute dress on until she ripped it off and became essentially naked. and her song was realllllllly stupid. and russell brand was wayyyyyyyy too nice! all he did was make fun of the jonas brothers purity rings, other than that it was all about how great everything was or some stab at a political figure. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to work on this problem. i need to be able to not suffer through things that are so inane just so that i can keep up with conversation and be the first to know that amy winehouse has overdosed. which she hasn't. yet. i just can't seem to help it. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, 54 days until i move to portland oregon. crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-7033780083907608382</id><published>2008-09-06T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:22:18.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear lord</title><content type='html'>i'm buying a plane ticket in the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-7033780083907608382?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/7033780083907608382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-3556190707385440438</id><published>2008-09-05T04:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:21:12.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep deprived</title><content type='html'>so last night was the first night in a couple months that i went to bed before about 4 am. here's the problem, i woke up at about 3 this morning and now i'm still up and can't get back to sleep. so although i went to bed at about 11, i'm still getting just as much sleep, only getting up in the morning. i know i'll crash again by 9, but it' still frustrating to not just sleep it all at night and then not be utterly exhausted the next day. it's annoying to be tired all the time. i hope i have much more of a schedule when i get out to portland so that i'm not just a half zombie all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics have been in the forefront of my mind lately considering the election and all. i'm not going to share who i support because i believe politics to be an extremely personal affair, but i will say that elections tear this country in half and it's really sad. it should be about us all coming together, but instead it turns people violent, makes people scared to voice their opinions, and just brings out the absolute worst in almost everyone. that's why i'm choosing to keep my vote to myself. i will no longer discuss politics here (i hope) and i will most likely not discuss them with my friends or family. i urge everyone to stay informed from more than one source considering the bias that can exist in certain news sources and to be kind to each other, no matter what. i know, too idealistic. not to mention no one reads this, but i just thought i'd say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to make some coffee and find some awesome infomercials.&lt;br /&gt;yesssss.&lt;div 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deprived'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-131005836280944025</id><published>2008-09-02T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:16:00.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate chocolate phones.</title><content type='html'>i've had to get my phone replaced 5 times now.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;they refuse to give me a new one and my phone is not keeping a charge on it. i got it TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;and that's after driving all around the area, spending all day away from the house, being told that i should be able to get it replaced with a phone of equal value, then told that nope. i actually can't so i'm stuck with another chocolate phone that makes me wanna die and it won't charge. &lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, the guy did work with me, he said i could sign another two year contract and buy at full price a different phone.......&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate phones make me want to hurt people badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november 8th. november 8th november 8th. (that's when i qualify for a new free phone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-131005836280944025?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/131005836280944025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=131005836280944025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/131005836280944025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/131005836280944025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-chocolate-phones.html' title='i hate chocolate phones.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-8756663855151529193</id><published>2008-09-01T15:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:08:55.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What She Said</title><content type='html'>I'm sort of overdosing on the office right now. my family needed to catch up so i grabbed the fourth season from movie gallery. i'm currently on my 5th episode of the day and i don't go into work until 7. so we'll probably end up finishing it before i go. sigh. i love the show a lot, but after this, i'm not sure if i'll be able to handle it until the season premiere. a small part of me is hoping that jim and pam will break up this season. but it's only the part of me that hates them for being mean and exclusive and thinking they are way better than anyone else in the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also spent a good majority of last night watching youtube videos of russell brand. and as disgusting as he can be, i find him hilarious. because as much as he talks about sex, he always mocks the kinds of guys that i hate, so i forgive all the gross stuff. :P as much of a mess as he looks like, i was watching a bit of stand up where not only does he allude to shakespeare, but also dante. only the british i tell you. i'm pretty excited to watch him host the VMA's even though i'm pretty sure it's going to be LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, SNL premieres in two weeks. which is super exciting. even though it's michael phelps hosting, i'm still pretty psyched to see new lonely island stuff and election stuff. even though i'm already sick of the election. i'm sick of how it really just tears everyone apart and makes people really mean and hateful. i'm pretty positive on who i'm going to vote for, but i think this is the end of my political talk in a public forum.  so there's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i've been missing acting a whole lot. i wish that i was moving back into school and gearing up for auditions for kris yoder. it's hard not being there and not being finished. i really just want to get out to oregon so that i can feel as though my life is getting back on some sort of track where i don't just get people to rent movies for 8 hours a day. i love free movie rentals, but especially now that i work at movie gallery, it's been hard for me to rent adult movies and national lampoon movies that are nothing but women as objects. also, i feel morally opposed to renting movies that are ridiculously horrible like superhero movie. let's be real though, i'm going to get to portland and get a job in a movie store. i'll put at least a good 10 bucks on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me wishes i had stuck to elementary education. but shh...don't tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-8756663855151529193?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/8756663855151529193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=8756663855151529193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8756663855151529193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/8756663855151529193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-what-she-said.html' title='That&apos;s What She Said'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-3183279024419792680</id><published>2008-08-30T22:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:38:45.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the things that i do now that i am in new hamphsa</title><content type='html'>so i'm working at movie gallery now, what a step up from blockbuster, huh? the management seems to actually do their job which is a breath of fresh air. i enjoyed the responsibilities i had at blockbuster, but i was sick of the company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking a little about portland. i'm hoping everything works out, i just can't seem to figure everything out and i don't want to become a burden on carolyn and liz. although they are being awesome and supportive and open to me coming, i don't know, i just feel like i'm causing trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've watched more tv in the last 4 months then i ever thought possible. i even watched the whole first season of gossip girl in like a week and a half. and it's a TERRIBLE show. and i'm hooked on intervention again and i basically go between comedy central and a &amp; e. and i've re-watched basically all the reno! 911 episodes which are BRILLIANT. i want to be a part of something like that. so baaaaaaad. i have enough talented/funny/ridiculous/offensive friends, why can't we all just get together and make a show that will blow everyone's minds all over the place? huh? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also becoming more and more obsessed with paranormal stuff. it's always been something i've been fascinated by, but lately i just want to read/watch anything that i can. i LOVE paranormal state and i'm trying to watch all the horror movie classics that are more about messing with your mind than they are about grossing you out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to set goals for myself. like writing more often and budgeting and other things like that. i hope i can get to portland. pray for that please. i need to get to portland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-3183279024419792680?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/3183279024419792680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=3183279024419792680' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>the beginning.</title><content type='html'>this needs to be a beginning for me.&lt;br /&gt;i need to start focusing more on my well being and taking better care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;even if it just means putting some make up on in the morning so i'm not disgusted when i look in the mirror everyday.&lt;br /&gt;even if it mean i curl my hair every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;even if it means i have to force myself to eat better and go outside every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in this rut too long and i need to start over.&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it works this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5148272484168719398?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5148272484168719398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5148272484168719398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5148272484168719398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5148272484168719398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/07/beginning.html' title='the beginning.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-1716931647717426884</id><published>2008-07-18T00:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:54:18.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to New Hampshire</title><content type='html'>So I am currently back in New Hampshire with the family trying to figure out what it is I want to do with  my life. Sometimes I wish things would just figure themselves out and I would never have to be proactive. But alas, thinns do not work like that. It  is good to be home and to see my brother who I always miss lots when he's not around. It's awesome to finally be at an age where we may not disagree, but we still respect each other and are genuinely interested in each other's lives. It also gives a lot of hindsight to high school when I thought he was my worst enemy, and actually, he looked out for me and was pretty much always there for me. I hate that he has to go back to Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is going to be a big day. My whole family (well at least immediate) is going to be together for the first time in like FOREVER. And it's just going to be so great to spend time with all of them including Ally and Marissa!!! SO EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as October comes closer, I hope to have everything worked out. I still freak out about money, but I just have to have faith that it will come, and if it doesn't, then I'm not supposed to move out to Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really hope it works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-1716931647717426884?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/1716931647717426884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=1716931647717426884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1716931647717426884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/1716931647717426884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-new-hampshire.html' title='Back to New Hampshire'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-3037840841784270303</id><published>2008-07-08T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:48:01.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how i spend most of my afternoons.</title><content type='html'>She sits watching the X Files all afternoon, mesmerized by the adventures of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. Sometimes it's a little too graphic and she cringes, but it's the only sign of life from this otherwise zombie-like shell. She can't help but feel attracted to Mulder and his willingness to believe so much that others find unbelievable. She wishes she could have the same sort of blind faith that he has. The courage to fight hard and continue searching for some kind of truth wherever she goes. But instead she stays glued to her seat, wondering how much more of the sexual tension between Mulder and Scully she can stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-3037840841784270303?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/3037840841784270303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=3037840841784270303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/3037840841784270303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/3037840841784270303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-i-spend-most-of-my-afternoons.html' title='how i spend most of my afternoons.'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805517001458589338.post-5034811294481216383</id><published>2008-07-05T22:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:57:20.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some things are so fucked up that i can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead, i drink a gallon of beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805517001458589338-5034811294481216383?l=katiebehrens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/feeds/5034811294481216383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2805517001458589338&amp;postID=5034811294481216383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5034811294481216383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805517001458589338/posts/default/5034811294481216383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebehrens.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-things-are-so-fucked-up-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11590840569034600610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9L0-PIPuW0/SLoHwPe7clI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L-b1MjwsEzY/S220/Photo+176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
