<?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-2294692795601507575</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:36:39.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the World Comes Crashing Down</title><subtitle type='html'>It would never stop my love for him. Nothing can, not even death. So he dosn't love me back, and I can't make him, but he can't stop me either.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491624318935678775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gpiYZF7dUwI/SDWGvzkd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SypwuP2AFL8/S220/0515081824b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294692795601507575.post-8501953392360483842</id><published>2008-06-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:48:21.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-twelve</title><content type='html'>well, I am so scared right now. Barack Obama is about to be our next president.&lt;br /&gt;I am not racist, so dont even go there. Two of my great friends are black. I just feel McCain is more qualified than Obama.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he says "Change". Change what? Americas main relegion? Take god out of everything? Are we going to be sworn in on the Koran from now on?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we going to change our main language?&lt;br /&gt;Change how we treat those damn illegals?&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't said what we are changing yet, and that scares the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;So why are we voting him as our next president? Is America really that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;they say the world will end with the rise of the next anti-christ. We had Hitler, we had that other guy (I can never remember his name!) They also say that anti-christ will rise in the year twenty twelve. Could Americas stupidity be the downfall of the world? Could we really be electing the next anti christ?&lt;br /&gt;Are we really electing a man who thinks that America has 57 states, and that its not cool to wear an american flag on his lapel?&lt;br /&gt;Show some pride in your country, America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294692795601507575-8501953392360483842?l=crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8501953392360483842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294692795601507575&amp;postID=8501953392360483842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/8501953392360483842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/8501953392360483842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/twenty-twelve.html' title='twenty-twelve'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491624318935678775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gpiYZF7dUwI/SDWGvzkd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SypwuP2AFL8/S220/0515081824b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294692795601507575.post-8445580234143566025</id><published>2008-06-05T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:29:29.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Wanted</title><content type='html'>I feel like sticking a help wanted sign in my front yard and hiring someone to do my work for me. Thats just who I am, lazy and pessimistic. I perfer to hang out with friends, rather than do boring work that I dont even get paid for.&lt;br /&gt;Not that my friendships are going perfectly smoothly. Just last night, I completly lost it on one of my best friends in the world. Well, thats what I thought we were, but when I was the last one to know about her party, I got a little pissed off. So I told her friends, who in turn told her. She flipped, said I am never there for her when she needs me (a lie, she couldn't think of even one time I wasn't there), and I told her i didnt need people like her in my life. Cleansing my life of all the unnescarry bad influences. I think its working. I allready feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294692795601507575-8445580234143566025?l=crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8445580234143566025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294692795601507575&amp;postID=8445580234143566025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/8445580234143566025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/8445580234143566025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/help-wanted.html' title='Help Wanted'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491624318935678775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gpiYZF7dUwI/SDWGvzkd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SypwuP2AFL8/S220/0515081824b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294692795601507575.post-3137714483321449530</id><published>2008-06-04T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:26:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools Out!</title><content type='html'>haha, omgoodness!!!!! Today was the last day of school! *jumps for joy* haha. We went two full periods and left... best school day ever! Although I do find I miss everyone already.&lt;br /&gt;This summer is going to be a time of renewal, and a time to get over him. I have planned it all out. New style, new haircolour, new everything. In order to forget him, I first have to destroy all physical memories. Summer is the best time for that.&lt;br /&gt;Write more later, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294692795601507575-3137714483321449530?l=crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3137714483321449530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294692795601507575&amp;postID=3137714483321449530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/3137714483321449530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/3137714483321449530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-out.html' title='Schools Out!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491624318935678775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gpiYZF7dUwI/SDWGvzkd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SypwuP2AFL8/S220/0515081824b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294692795601507575.post-2208546672388680058</id><published>2008-06-03T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:40:31.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the chocolate - - - not so sweet</title><content type='html'>Well, way back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;, I was using my uncles old phone as a replacement for the one of mine that got stolen. It was so gay. No camera, no pictures, no AIM, nothing but calls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;. But i find I miss it now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; seeing my new phone, the pink chocolate. Its so gay! I have had it a little while, and I bought it used from eBay. I have never had a problem with it till now. The camera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; work right anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Want my advice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get the chocolate. Get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; cooler.&lt;br /&gt;Like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;glyde&lt;/span&gt;. Just not the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;And to think I have to wait till next august for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; that works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294692795601507575-2208546672388680058?l=crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2208546672388680058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294692795601507575&amp;postID=2208546672388680058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/2208546672388680058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/2208546672388680058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/chocolate-not-so-sweet.html' title='the chocolate - - - not so sweet'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491624318935678775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gpiYZF7dUwI/SDWGvzkd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SypwuP2AFL8/S220/0515081824b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294692795601507575.post-5121494235675804631</id><published>2008-05-31T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:14:29.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;, well I am so sorry for the lack of update recently! So lets get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the last dance of my Jr. High career... next year I will be a freshman! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;. I had a blast with my friends. Amity and Kirsten were so crazy with their headbanging, and Sara and Brianna were just dancing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;promiscuously. Me, I was somewhere in between. We were acting like we were drunk, just being wild and crazy and not caring what people thought. It was just what I needed. I have been kinda down latley over this guy ( I know, totally stupid ) and they let me forget him for one night. Though he was there with his girlfriend... I was able to avoid him all night cause his girlfriend is a loser and kept that party guy sitting down all night. I didnt even recignize him. haha, guess our fortunes changed.... hes stuck down and I am finally living. I am so done wasting my life on him... I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I will update later, as sara is on her way to pick me up to go to the mall.... retail therapy, anyone? haha. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294692795601507575-5121494235675804631?l=crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5121494235675804631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294692795601507575&amp;postID=5121494235675804631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/5121494235675804631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/5121494235675804631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/barbie-girl.html' title='Barbie Girl!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491624318935678775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gpiYZF7dUwI/SDWGvzkd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SypwuP2AFL8/S220/0515081824b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294692795601507575.post-6585044058734679821</id><published>2008-05-23T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:58:52.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geico, anyone?</title><content type='html'>My friend (whom I am fighting with) just sent me this text message that explained how I should stop talking about her behind her back, and how big of a bitch I was and I got so mad till I got to the end and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;" But you know what: Its all good cause I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance with Geico!"&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Were not even old enough to drive! Haha, and why send this to a girl whom you called ugly and told not to ever talk to you again? Can you say sugar high? Anyway, I didnt post this to talk shit on her. I came to do what I promised I would do. Advertise their Youtube. See thats the person I am, I keep promises. So, despite the fact that I am really mad at them, you should check out their videos. Mabey comment. It is hilariously funny in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/BSProductions6795"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/BSProductions6795&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are two bestfriends sent lose with a webcam, and a voice changer that makes them sound like chipmunks on speed. If you can understand them, I congratulate you. Just check it out dude.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294692795601507575-6585044058734679821?l=crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6585044058734679821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294692795601507575&amp;postID=6585044058734679821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/6585044058734679821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/6585044058734679821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/geico-anyone.html' title='Geico, anyone?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491624318935678775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gpiYZF7dUwI/SDWGvzkd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SypwuP2AFL8/S220/0515081824b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2294692795601507575.post-3197341609289580148</id><published>2008-05-22T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:22:44.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, captain obvious!</title><content type='html'>It was in my fifth period chorus class, a week or so after our concert, that I realized just how much common sense was lacking from my fellow eight graders. We were voting on which section of "School House Rock" to watch, and it was not going too well. If I had my choice, we would be watching some other musical, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; the "Music Man", or "Joseph and the amazing Technicolor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dream coat&lt;/span&gt;", or even "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sweeny&lt;/span&gt; Todd". Instead, we were traveling back to second grade. The choices were America Rocks, and Money Rocks, and when Mrs. Garry told us to close our eyes and put our hands up for the one we wanted, things went wrong. The first time we voted, three people did not vote. Fine, so we start again with the rule that everyone must vote. But then when too many votes were cast, Mrs. Garry just decided we were too immature to handle voting, and picked America Rocks for us. My choice, so I wasn't mad.&lt;br /&gt;But then the girl behind me said some snide remarks that I just kinda tried to ignore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; she said that we should have watched Money Rocks because money means happiness. When I told her the best things in life were free, she continued to tell me that I was wrong, everything cost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;, and you had to have the money. Then I asked her about love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; that free.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know her answer? "No, you have to buy love." I told her that she could have a nice life then, with all the people who would only love her for her money. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; complain abut that? I know my friend Brandon does. People found out he had money and instantly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;became&lt;/span&gt; interested in him. Well after that, I watched her struggle to explain herself, and lie her way out of the hole she had created.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what America has done? Delueded people into thinking that the only way to happiness is a tank full of gas, a picnic basket in the backseat with caviar and the fanciest crackers we offer, and a nice guy ready to buy you big rock to propose with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2294692795601507575-3197341609289580148?l=crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3197341609289580148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2294692795601507575&amp;postID=3197341609289580148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/3197341609289580148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2294692795601507575/posts/default/3197341609289580148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashingaroundmeandyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-captain-obvious.html' title='Hello, captain obvious!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491624318935678775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gpiYZF7dUwI/SDWGvzkd9PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SypwuP2AFL8/S220/0515081824b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
