<?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-3015822</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:54:12.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>canned heat</title><subtitle type='html'>myself..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4877944</id><published>2001-08-02T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-02T19:03:08.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting two days in a row?  Haven't done that in a long time.  I've decided to try and post at least once a day for the next week or so, until I delete all of this..just so I feel like I haven't totally neglected this site.  I am still leaving, but probably not for a couple of weeks, like until school stuff starts happening.  Registration is the 15th I think and open house is the 20th.  So that means school starts on the 22nd...I think.  I called Drury University today because they had called and left a message for me.  I talked to this woman and she told me that with my ACT scores I can get in there and I already have scholarship money towards my tuition and everything.  When I retake the test, if I get higher scores, I'll keep collecting money for that.  She told me that to get into the school of architecture there you need to have had a lot of math classes.  I've had 3.  I'm not taking a math this year because I'd rather take physics.  So I don't know if that'll affect anything or not.  &lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I got another pair of holes in my ears and they're starting to hurt really bad.  I don't remember if they hurt this bad the last time or not.  I was about 10, I think.  &lt;br /&gt;I had my senior pictures taken yesterday at 4.  They took longer than I thought.  We didn't leave until 6:30.  Oh my God..it was so much fun.  I had four changes of clothes and one outdoor session.  The man was so nice and he told me everything that I needed to do.  I was really worried about that.  The last time I had pictures taken professionally I went to another photographer and they didn't tell me how to stand or anything.  It was all up to me.  And that was so long ago..about 8 years or so.  But this guy told me everything to do.  He told me how to put my hands and legs and everything, and then he'd come over and fix my shirt and my necklace and my hair and everything.  It was great.  I felt like a model. =P  He told me I should be one, but he probably says that to everyone..but still I was flattered.  He took me to this old abandoned rock building for the outside shots.  He had me stand in this doorway with the sunlight on me and inside the building there were wasps or something making a nest and so they kept flying right past me, and one went through my hair.  I hate bugs.  Anyway, then he had my go through the building to a window and he was on the outside and he had me leaning through it and the sun was on my hair and all this stuff.  He said it was a really good picture, so I hope he's right.  He'd never used that location before, I was the first..=P  Him and his wife also said that the picture of me through the window will probably go up on his wall in his studio.  Haha, that'd be awesome.  But I had &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't gotten my CDs from Matt, and now that him and Karen have broken up I'd feel weird about calling him and asking for them.  So I don't know what I'll do about that yet.  &lt;br /&gt;When I was gone last weekend, my grandma was staying at our house to watch my dog.  She said that on Friday some tall blonde guy with a red car came here looking for me, but she didn't get his name.  He said he'd come back sometime this week, but he hasn't so far.  I can't figure out who it was though.  I can't think of anyone I know who's tall, blonde AND has a red car.  I know guys with red cars.  I know tall, blonde guys.  But not all three combined.  It's driving me crazy..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to go dry my hair and get ready to go.  I'm not quite sure what I'm doing tonight, but I'll find something.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4877944?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4877944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4877944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4877944' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4862647</id><published>2001-08-01T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-08-01T20:40:44.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, new layout.  I've hardly posted anything since I put up the last layout.  Anyway, this is going to be the last layout here.  I'm closing the site.  Now I wish I could've come up with a better design for this last layout, but I couldn't come up with anything, plus I didn't really have the time.  Now to explain why I'm doing this.  I just don't have the time for it.  I never post, I never update.  I only change layouts but like, once a month.  I think it's pretty pointless to keep it here if I'm not doing anything with it.  Now if I were posting everyday, or coming up with different designs or new content or something, it would be different.  But I really don't feel like messing with any of that.  I've pretty much just had enough of all of this internet bullshit.  So it's not just the site that's leaving, it's me.  I'm starting back to school in less than a month, I'm going to have a horrible schedule and I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to pull my grades up this year.  I'm starting a new job in a couple of weeks and I just won't have &lt;b&gt;any&lt;/b&gt; time for any of this anymore.  And frankly, I don't want to have time for it.  I feel like I'm wasting my time just being on here.  I rarely go out with my friends and have any fun anymore, and it's time I change that.  It's like for the past year and a half (or more) I've just thrown myself into this huge virtual world and gotten completely lost in it.  I've lost my sense of reason and that feel of reality.  I've basically come to the conclusion that as long as I've been on here every feeling I've had has been false and misleading.  I'm so tired of that.  I'm sick of living in this chair and coming to this room every single day and seeking relaxation and comfort.  I've been telling myself that I come on here to escape my awful chaotic real world life, when the truth is, this has &lt;b&gt;become&lt;/b&gt; my life..and it's not even real.  Why do I rely on a computer, on a phone line, to make me feel better?  It doesn't help anything.  It only makes it worse.  It makes my life so much more complicated and stressful.  That's funny when I think about it.  Computer = stress.  That's hilarious.  So now that I've realized what's going on and what this is doing to me, I've made the decision to just give it all up.  What would I be giving up exactly?  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  Sure, I'll have big gaps in my day that I'll have to find a way to fill..but I won't have a problem with that.  Believe it or not, Caitlin does have a life.  At least she has the &lt;u&gt;potential&lt;/u&gt; for having one.  I used to have one, I haven't figured out why that changed though.  No more sitting in this chair, staring at this fucking screen for 2 hours a day.  And I know that if I say "Oh I'll just cut back and I won't come on for as long.."  that won't work.  Something will stop me from leaving, and I'll end up staying on here all night.  Now I'm not saying none of you who have me on your aim or icq lists will never see me again, I probably will be back every so often.  Not near as much as I'm on now though..maybe once or twice a month.  That's it.  Plus with school, I have to use the computer for typing, research, etc..so that explains that.  This may not be a big deal to anyone reading this, in fact..I'm sure that almost all of you reading this don't give a flying fuck what I'm doing.  But I care, and I thought I should explain why I'm leaving.  I'll probably keep this up for a week or two more, and maybe I'll even blog a little more.  But after that, I'm deleting it all.  &lt;a href="http://cheeky.nu"&gt;Tracie&lt;/a&gt; has been a great host and I'd like to thank her for being so nice and letting me have some space here.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4862647?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4862647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4862647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4862647' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4695752</id><published>2001-07-23T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-23T22:01:55.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've gotten all of the content back up.  I haven't updated the survey though..I need to do that.  I also got &lt;a href="http://unicorn.nu/silver" target="_blank"&gt;Traci's&lt;/a&gt; link back up.  Sorry about that &lt;a href="http://unicorn.nu/silver" target="_blank"&gt;Traci&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm satisfied with this layout or not.  I like the blue though.  It's a nice change.&lt;br /&gt;I helped Karen move today.  From 1:30 until 5:45 we were moving her things out of Matt's basement to her mom's house.  Matt lives about 25 miles out of town, too, so it took a long time.  She was planning on moving out last week, but her mom had to go out of town, so she wasn't going to until next week..but last night Matt kicked her out.  So at midnight she went to her mom's house and stayed there (her mom was back home for a few days)..then this morning she went back out to Matt's to start loading stuff into her car and I guess he was a mess and was really sad and said that he didn't want her to go and that he'd change and all this shit.  So she called me crying, on her way home and asked if I'd help her move when I got back from town.  I said sure.  I'd helped her move out of her mom's house, I might as well help her move back in.  So Karen was doing okay until we got done and at 7:00 or so she checked her email and Matt had emailed her and she started crying.  Her mom told me that I'd better help keep Karen away from him, and keep her mind on other things for a while, until she gets over it.  A two and a half year relationship isn't going to be easy to get over. =|  But she's got great friends, and her mom really cares.  I think she'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;The other night..uhm..Saturday, I think, we went and saw America's Sweethearts.  It was so good.  Great cast.  Then we cruised for a while, but that got boring.  &lt;br /&gt;Last night I stayed up till 1:30 or so talking to Rick.  That was pretty great, cause I haven't really talked to him in a long time.  He needs to call me, ahem.  &lt;br /&gt;I need to call Jennifer.  I talked to her about a month, nooo, more than that.  Probably a month and a half ago, and I had to go and I never called her back.  Great friend I am, huh?  So I need to do that.  I also need to talk to my dad about giving me a job lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..well I'm tired and I want to take a shower..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4695752?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4695752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4695752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4695752' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4649195</id><published>2001-07-20T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-20T22:12:57.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love you sish!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol okay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4649195?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4649195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4649195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4649195' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4649170</id><published>2001-07-20T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-20T22:10:56.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout....&lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I have to leave now, so I don't have time to update the content..so you'll have to be patient and all and wait for the new images for those and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;And on the links to the right &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones at the top, when you click on them..it moves the page down some.  Don't ask why, I don't know.  It's probably something simple that I'm missing.  But if you just click them again, they'll work.  Sorry about that..I'll work that out when I work on the content.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4649170?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4649170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4649170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4649170' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4573361</id><published>2001-07-16T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-16T22:04:33.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;a href="http://www.artificially.net/lou" target="_blank"&gt;Lou&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Lou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4573361?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4573361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4573361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4573361' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4573275</id><published>2001-07-16T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-16T21:59:53.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still no new layout.  I haven't had the time, nor the inspiration to make one.  So it may be a while before there's a new one up.  I went to the fair Saturday night with Karen and we met Matt and Adam and their family there.  Matt went to watch some sort of car racing thing..whatever it was.  So me and Karen rode the rides.  We had just gotten there and these two guys came up to us and one was like, "Will you ride the canoes with me?" (he was talking to me).  I turned around and looked at them and they're like these little bitty canoes for 3 year olds, so I said "Uhm, I don't think so."  Then he started to beg, I was just standing there like uh.. So then he stopped and told me to find him if I changed my mind.  I would've ridden a ride with him, just not the canoes.  =|  He was pretty cute, too. ; ]  So then I felt stupid for letting him leave and all.  Blah, that's how I am.  Freaky.  I've got an enormous amount of confidence built up in me, but at the same time I have no ability whatsoever to show it.  I only saw a couple people I know there.  I saw this girl Melissa, and this other chick Christy.  And then I saw Nolen, and I yelled at him, but he didn't hear me or see me or something.&lt;br /&gt;Alright anyway.  This Destiny girl that's sending out my pictures also says that she's running this site with me.  Hello, no.  I emailed her, but I was given the wrong email address.  No big deal.  I don't care.  She obviously got the pictures off of my site, so maybe she's read all of this.  Hopefully.  Two words for you, &lt;u&gt;reality&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;check&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I met this guy David on here.  I've only talked to him a couple of times, but he's really cool.  &lt;br /&gt;What else can I talk about.  I'm getting my senior pictures taken on August 1.  Tomorrow I might be doing something with Cassy.  I haven't seen her in forever.  Actually I saw her yesterday. =P  But only for a minute.  She and I were at Sonic at the same time.  Love @ limeades.&lt;br /&gt;This whole Condit/Levy thing is getting on my nerves.  I don't think they're going to find the girl.  I think he probably paid her off and she's in hiding somewhere.  Just my take on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I'm talking to Cary about Library Science.  I love that class!  &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh ohhhhh!  Karen and I watched some of Coyote Ugly yesterday because it was on Starz or something.  So then we went out driving around and stuff.  Then on the way home we got an idea to make our own shirts.  We wanted to be Coyotes.  lol..nerds.  Anyway, we went to JCPenney's and Maurices and couldn't find any plain shirts that we liked, so we went to Wal-Mart and found some.  We got leather lace stuff and some other leather to cut the letters out of.  We ripped the sides of the shirts and made holes and put the lace through, so they lace up both sides, and they say &lt;b&gt;Coyote&lt;/b&gt; on the front in black leather/suede stuff.  They're awesome!  lol..I think we're going to make British shirts next.  Like with British flags on them or something.  Haha, we're such dorks.  We're looking into going to London.  That would be so cool.  We're gonna find out how much plane tickets and hotel rooms and everything would be.  &lt;br /&gt;West Plains was in USA Today on Thursday I think.  I had saved it the newspaper, but I think my dad threw it out.  Psh.  West Plains is the town I live in..just to fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;I'd type more on that, but my computer is acting weird all of a sudden so I'd better get this posted before I lose it.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4573275?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4573275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4573275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4573275' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4529404</id><published>2001-07-13T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-13T19:17:32.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyyy guess who's back!&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'd like to talk about just a couple of uhm, issues..and then I'll tell you about my week.&lt;br /&gt;Rick and Bryan (I guess it's the Bryan I know..?): &lt;b&gt;STOP SIGNING MY FUCKING GUESTBOOK LIKE THAT!&lt;/b&gt;  If you want to sign to talk to me, then sign.  But don't spam it with that shit.  And I'd like to apologize to anyone they may have offended..I'm sorry for having such immature friends that know nothing about respect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.  I just checked my email a few mintues ago and got an email from someone I kind of know on here.  I won't reveal her name because I don't know if she'd get mad or anything.  Anyway..here's some of the email..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was just wondering, if you run your website with a girl named&lt;br /&gt;Destiny? There seems to be some drama going around. Destiny has been saying that the attached picture is of her, not you. It&lt;br /&gt;maybe stupid but I just wanted to prove something to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;When I browsed your website I thought the pictures are of you or are they not?&lt;br /&gt;sorry for any trouble.Thanks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was extremely nice about it, so I want to thank her for that.  And I'd also like to thank her for saying that she thought they were of me.  The picture attached &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; of me.  So why the hell is this whore Destiny saying it's her?  Hmm..someone's jealous!  Lmfao, it's so funny.  But at the same time it bugs the hell out of me.  If this girl is still sending out &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; picture saying it's &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt; I have one thing to say to her...&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;get a life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.  Are you that desperate?  That ugly?  Wow, that just boggles my mind.  I mean, there's plenty of other girls' pictures you could have taken from sites and said they were you.  Why me?  What the fuck is up with that?  You have some serious psychological problems.  Get your own identity and stop taking mine away.  I have dozens upon dozens of pictures of myself, my room, etc.  So if anyone doesn't believe that the pictures I post here are of me, then say something and I'd be more than happy to prove it to you.  Try asking this Destiny girl to prove that it's her.  I guarantee she'll come up with some lame story.  What a whore.  Am I that beautiful?  Ha! ; ]&lt;br /&gt;So that's my excitement for the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home today at about 3:30, Karen called me and she came over and we went to McDonalds..ugh.  lol, I don't care for McDonalds.  Anyway, these guys stopped as we were walking across the parking lot and they said something about the Marines and something else, like "I'm in the Marines" or something.  I have no idea, so we just gave them a weird look and kept walking, but I kinda smiled as we went past..and then they were like "Yeah, you can ignore us if you want" ..So we said okay.  heh..&lt;br /&gt;Me and my parents went to Galveston, Texas for the week.  We left last Saturday and got back today.  It was a lot of fun.  I wish I lived on the beach.  Sigh.  I got sunburnt.  Not real bad though.  Just my ear.  My ear is all blistery..yuck.  Just on the top though.  And my shoulders and chest are red.  Major tanlines.  =|  I met a couple of cool people.  So that was awesome.  We had this condo thing that had a balcony that was over a pool and you could see the gulf across the street.  My mom and I sat out on the balcony every night for like an hour and made fun of people.  Oh it was great.  There was this guy on a balcony across the pool from us and he had one of those laser thingies one night.  You know those red light things..?  Whatever they are.  He kept shining it on my legs and then I think he got bored with me, so he moved on to some ladies that were walking on the street.  It was hilarious.  He'd shine it on their stomachs and they'd look around like what the heck?  And then the next day he had binoculars  (sp? I'm too lazy to look it up now).  He kept looking at me with them.  Kinda freaked me out, but oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll post more about this stuff later..and I'll try to get a new layout up tonight or tomorrow or Sunday.  I don't know when I'll have enough time to do it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4529404?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4529404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4529404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4529404' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4417027</id><published>2001-07-06T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T21:03:05.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so Blogger fucked up my tables.  I didn't do it!  And I tried to fix it, but it didn't work.  And now I can't even edit how it looks, it gives me some lame message.  So anyway, it'll have to stay this way until I get back..?  Unless it changes back on it's own.  Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4417027?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4417027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4417027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4417027' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4416939</id><published>2001-07-06T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T20:55:06.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCKING BLOGGER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4416939?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4416939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4416939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4416939' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4416747</id><published>2001-07-06T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T20:36:57.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I didn't get around to making a new layout.  Too bad, it'll have to wait till next weekend.  I need to do all my packing tonight becuase we're leaving first thing in the morning.  I made a list of everything I have to take.  There's no way all this crap is going to fit in my suitcase.  &lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Karen the other day and she's like, "Like, you could be in that movie Legally Blonde."  I was offended. =|&lt;br /&gt;I worked today and this girl Sheila was there for the first 30 minutes of my shift.  I worked with her last summer and we kinda became friends.  Anyway, she's 15 and is about my height with kinda light brown hair and she had glasses last year, but she doesn't now.  She's really pretty.  Yeah okay, this lady walked by and she was like "Are you two twins?"  We were like, "Uh, no."  Then she said, "Well you guys look so alike!"  Then she left and me and Sheila turned to each other and were like "What the hell?!"  We look &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; alike.  It was kinda strange.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Karen came over here from about 2 to 9.  We left at some point and returned movies and cruised a little.  But we talked on Yahoo voice chat the &lt;u&gt;whole&lt;/u&gt; rest of the time.  It's so funny.  We go in rooms and start singing and we always ask if there's any British people there, lol.  Love @ the accent.  &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went and ate with my grandma and the people who live on her floor in her building.  It's an apartment building for older people.  Anyway, Lorene went to Wendy's and bought bacon cheeseburgers for all of us.  Man, I was like "Damn, I came on a bad night."  Cause I thought I hated burgers lmfao.  I hadn't had one since oh my, I was about 8.  So that means in going on 10 years I hadn't put a hamburger in my mouth.  My mom and I went to McDonalds and they gave me onions and mustard on my burger so I got mad and was boycotting them or something.  Don't ask.  Okay, so I tried this one tonight and HOLY SHIT.  Now I want more.  I'm a nerd.  It was so good though.  &lt;br /&gt;When I get back next week I'll write on some topics to maybe hold some interest of anyone who reads this..&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm gonna be gone for a week and some people won't be here when I get back I'm gonna send a couple little personal messages to people on here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lisa&lt;/b&gt;:  Have fun at your party honey. ; ]&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't be there, flirt with a hot guy for me, alright?  Lmfao I don't even know what kind of party it is that you're going to.  There's gotta be someone decent though, right?  And if you are leaving the net for the summer or whatever, &lt;b&gt;don't do it until I get back!&lt;/b&gt;  =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, also don't start at Hooters till I get back. Bunnies rock.  ; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rick&lt;/b&gt;:  Have fun in Cancun.  Like &lt;b&gt;lots&lt;/b&gt; of fun.  Drink, smoke, get laid, whatever.  Haha, seriously though.  And don't miss me tooo much.  ; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lissah&lt;/b&gt;:  Cry.  &lt;b&gt;I MISS YOU!!!&lt;/b&gt;  I hope you and your baby are okay.  I love you sish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie doke, I'm leaving.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've been getting people from around here adding me to their ICQ lists and I think that's awesome.  If you come here and you're from southern Missouri or northern Arkansas, dude..talk to me!  lol..&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt; I'm leaving.  &lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4416747?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4416747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4416747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4416747' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4384017</id><published>2001-07-04T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-04T21:33:55.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm already tired of the yellow.  I need something new again.  Sigh.  Maybe I'll work on that tomorrow, but it's doubtful that I'll have something new up before I leave on Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;I need something to post on.  A topic.  Being out of school makes my brain completely shut down.  I'm not complaining though..I get to sleep in.  &lt;br /&gt;I've just spent the last two hours looking at &lt;a href="http://x-ph.com" target="_blank"&gt;x-ph.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://impassive.nu" target="_blank"&gt;impassive.nu&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cheapthrill.org" target="_blank"&gt;cheapthrill.org&lt;/a&gt;.  Great sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, remember my whole John drama thing?  I talked to Stacie about it.  The girl he's back together with.  She seems perfectly nice.  She ICQ'd me a couple of nights ago, and since my life is well uhm, less than exciting right now I'm posting this.  What can I say?  I'm desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her - are you still dating john ______ (last name here)?&lt;br /&gt;Me - uhm.. no&lt;br /&gt;Her - ok, i'm sorry, i was just asking&lt;br /&gt;Me - why?&lt;br /&gt;Her - i was just wondering&lt;br /&gt;Me - k&lt;br /&gt;Her - alrighty&lt;br /&gt;Me - but you're seeing him, right?&lt;br /&gt;Her - yeah&lt;br /&gt;Me - yeah, that's what i heard&lt;br /&gt;Her - from who?&lt;br /&gt;Me - just several people..&lt;br /&gt;Her - oh, ok&lt;br /&gt;Me - just out of curiosity...&lt;br /&gt; so if you're back together with him, then why are you asking me if i'm still dating him?&lt;br /&gt;Her - well, i was just wondering, cuz i mean we're just dating i guess, and i didn't know if you guys were still dating or not&lt;br /&gt;Me - oh alright.  sorry for being nosey or whatever..&lt;br /&gt;Her - oh it's fine, you weren't being nosey.  i'm sorry if i was&lt;br /&gt;Me - nah, you weren't.  i was just never filled in on what's going on with me and him&lt;br /&gt;Her - yeah, i understand how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Me - do you know who i am?&lt;br /&gt;Her - nope, no idea.  do you know who i am?&lt;br /&gt;Me - not really&lt;br /&gt;Her - lol&lt;br /&gt;Me - well i'm gonna go..i'll talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;Her - alrighty, have fun, talk to you later, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.  He isn't &lt;i&gt;back together&lt;/i&gt; with her then, I guess.  &lt;b&gt;He just fucked her.&lt;/b&gt;  lol..I'm over it.  I need a new guy.  Not trying to sound needy or desperate or anything, I just like life better when I have someone to hang out with &lt;i&gt;in that different kind of way&lt;/i&gt;.  If that makes sense.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'll have something interesting and worth reading in here one of these days.  I'll go make trouble and then I'll post all about it.  Sound good?  Alright then.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4384017?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4384017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4384017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4384017' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4379545</id><published>2001-07-04T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-04T14:38:18.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I hate mosquitos&lt;/b&gt;.  There was one in my room last night and I was chasing it around for 25 minutes and never killed it.  So now I have bites.&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4379545?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4379545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4379545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4379545' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4379531</id><published>2001-07-04T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-04T14:37:22.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July!  I don't know what I'm doing today/tonight.  Probably nothing.  I just got up.  I fell asleep early last night, at 11:45, and I got up at 2.  That means 14 hours of sleep?  Man.  My mom is making my appointment for my senior pictures tomorrow.  I can't wait for those.  Yesterday I went and got applications at a couple of places.  Half of the places said I had to have a resume, so now I have to make one.  I was driving around and I saw a greenish-aquaish car come up behind me and I thought it was Cassy, so I pulled into the left-turning lane and she pulled up beside me and I made sure it was her so I started honking and she turned around and waved but didn't realize it was me cause she hadn't seen my new car yet.  She finally realized it was me and was like "OMG ROLL DOWN YOUR WINDOW!"  So I did and we were yelling at each other at the light for like a minute.  lol  I haven't seen her in a long time.  Which reminds me, I need to call Bethany.  - makes note.  Alrighty.  But then I was driving around and I had my mom's phone with me and it rang and it was....KAREN.  Ha, surprise surprise.  So I went home and I changed my clothes and then I went to her church and met her there.  Then we went in my car and we drove around for a while and then went to Sonic and I got a limeade and she got a strawberry limeade.  Then we went to Wal-Mart, duh.  We walked around there for a while and she bought Coyote Ugly, or as she called it "Coyugly Ote".  Then we went back to her church and got her car and I followed her to Wendy's and we went through the drive-thru and I got fries, and the lady said "1.06" and I gave her 1.01 because I'm a dork and can't count I guess, so she thought I was an idiot.  Then I followed Karen to my house and we watched the movie and then we went in Yahoo chat and talked on voice to all these people.  We always find British people to talk to just cause we like hearing the accent. =|&lt;br /&gt;Then she left at 9 and that was it.  We always do the same thing over and over again.  Anyway, I'll post again later because I doubt I'm doing anything else..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4379531?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4379531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4379531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4379531' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4358979</id><published>2001-07-03T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T09:49:52.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lissah..I saw your entry there earlier and I got it emailed to me, but I'm not sure what happened to it.  lol..but I &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; have it.  Thank you anyway though..&lt;u&gt;I love you sish!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see &lt;a href="http://virtue.nu/sexyallure" target="_blank"&gt;Cherie&lt;/a&gt;.  She kicks ass!&lt;br /&gt;One day a couple of weeks ago I was bored so I was looking at &lt;a href="http://dorkette.nu/leslie" target="_blank"&gt;Leslie's page&lt;/a&gt; and she has this list of fun things to do on the internet.  MASH tests, build your own cartoon things, stuff like that.  So I went to the &lt;a href="http://flash.trouble.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Flash Boyfriend&lt;/a&gt; one.  And it's got me addicted to it.  Lmfao it's so sad.  But I'm all caught up in it.  Like, I'll check my email and I'll be like "OMG MAX EMAILED ME!"  LMFAO.  Okay, Lord.  I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go take a shower and get dressed and stuff.  I have to go start collecting applications today.  Pft.  Wanna see my list of places?  Alrighty.. I'm going to go to The Glass Sword (movie theater), Fun Junction (like a Chucky Cheese maybe..?), Pacific Beach (tanning place/gym), Booknook (bookstore), Burton Creek (medical clinic/pharmacy), Quickprint (mailing place), All About Travel (travel place?), Learning Tree (daycare), C&amp;K (clothing store), Stage (clothing store), Maurices (clothing store), Fashion Bug (clothing store), the public library, Music Biz (music store?), Family Cinema (movie theater), Movie Gallery (movie rental place).&lt;br /&gt;So that's my list.  Bleugh I don't want to work.  It'd be different if I had more to choose from, like in a bigger town.  But nooo, all we have are fast food places and I don't want to do that.  I might see if Casa Deliciosa and Figuro's are hiring, but I'm not sure.  &lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom were shopping all day yesterday.  I bought so much.  I owe her sooo much money.  I got a couple of CDs, Alicia Keys and Adam Sandler.  I bought a pair of shorts, 3 shirts, a dress, 2 pairs of jeans, 2 pairs of other kinds of pants, 2 pairs of shoes, some makeup and other stuff at Bath and Body Works, a strapless bra and these backless sticky boob-holder bra things, lmfao I don't know what they're called.  Then I got some jewelry and sunglasses and stuff.  Man.  I'm in debt lol =|&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'd better go now.  I'll probably post again today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4358979?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4358979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4358979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4358979' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4335052</id><published>2001-07-01T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-07-01T21:41:23.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout!  It's about time, huh?  I used a picture of Liv Tyler for this one.  She's awesome.  Anyway, I hope it looks alright and everything.  My mom came in and was like, "What's around her head?"  I was like, "Lips, mom..duh."  So I don't know if that means you can't tell or what, but that's what they are.  I changed the link buttons and the link me buttons.  I like my new buttons. =P  Let me know if anything doesn't work on here and I'll fix it.  I need to change the guestbook colors, but I don't know if I'll get around to doing that tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my mom and I are going to Springfield to get the dash in my car fixed.  The people we bought it from are gonna give us a car for the day so we don't have to drive up there seperately.  So I'll be doing some major shopping tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;I have to start job hunting on Tuesday.  I made a list of places I'm going to get applications at.  I went through the phonebook last night and came up with 26 places.  I bet none of them are hiring.  Blehgadlkfj.  But I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to get a job.  I have insurance to pay, CDs to pay for, clothes to buy, and school stuff to pay for.  My mom paid for my college classes, so I thought that was nice.  =D&lt;br /&gt;I got my ACT scores back.  I had to find my old ones to compare the two, and I did worse on the last one than I thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December ACT:&lt;br /&gt;Overall - 20&lt;br /&gt;English - 23&lt;br /&gt;Math - 19&lt;br /&gt;Reading - 20&lt;br /&gt;Science Reasoning - 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June ACT:&lt;br /&gt;Overall - 24&lt;br /&gt;English - 28&lt;br /&gt;Math - 22&lt;br /&gt;Reading - 22&lt;br /&gt;Science Reasoning - 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I did.  I was pretty proud that I brought all the scores up that much, especially the English.  I had them mail my scores to Drury University, Washington University, SMSU, and SCAD.  I want to go to the Savannah College of Art and Design &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; bad, but it's so far and I really don't know what I would need to get in there.  I need to look into that.  When I get older, that's where I want to live.  It's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;We leave for Texas on Saturday and we'll be gone a week.  So no updates next week.  &lt;a href="http://dorkette.nu/leslie" target="_blank"&gt;Leslie&lt;/a&gt; lives in Texas.  Maybe I'll see her there. =P  Lmfao.  She mentioned the song I wrote for her in her survey on her page.  Haha.  We're always gone during our fair.  The fair here starts on Saturday and ends the next weekend.  &lt;b&gt;That's when we'll be gone!&lt;/b&gt;  Grr.  Oh well..maybe we'll get back early or something.  Matt and Karen came by today while I was in the shower and I didn't call them back so I don't know what they wanted. =|&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I'll go now.  &lt;br /&gt;; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4335052?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4335052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4335052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4335052' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4309988</id><published>2001-06-29T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-29T21:17:53.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I'm home tomorrow, I'll change link buttons and &lt;u&gt;maybe&lt;/u&gt; put up a new layout.  If not then I'll do it Sunday or Monday.  Whenever I find time I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://unicorn.nu/silver" target="_blank"&gt;Traci's&lt;/a&gt; new site!  And I love &lt;a href="http://dorkette.nu/leslie" target="_blank"&gt;Leslie's&lt;/a&gt; new layout.  Go see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name: rick&lt;br /&gt;Sent: 11.27 - fri 29 jun 2001&lt;br /&gt;i want to @#$% a pretty girl named caitlin, yes i do!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck finding one.  ; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4309988?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4309988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4309988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4309988' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4293118</id><published>2001-06-28T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-28T20:27:53.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't posted since Sunday?  Man I can't believe that.  Well, I better get you caught up on what's going on in the world of Caitlin because it's just so exciting.  Ha, right.&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went and got information about my senior pictures and I went and saw my mom at work and all of the people there.  They're so nice. =D  I went to Taco Bell and got chalupaaaas.  Mmm.  Then I went and registered for the college classes I'm taking next year.  They're dual enrollment, so they're through the high school.  It's College Public Speaking and Spanish 101 or something.  But I'm not sure about the Spanish yet.  I may just take the regular Spanish 4 class for high school.  That was all I did. =||&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I really don't remember what I did.  Actually, I think I may have done all of the stuff I just told you on Tuesday instead of Monday, which means that I slept on Monday.  Hell, I don't know.  Let's just act like these days didn't happen, k?&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I was supposed to work at the hospital from 11-2.  I left my house at 10:20 and I was going to go to Sonic to get something to drink, but they were busy and I didn't feel like it.  So I just drove around town for like 35 minutes.  I actually pulled into the parking lot at the hospital at 10:45 but I though, nah..I'm not going in early, so I left and drove around for 15 more minutes.  Then about 5 till 11 it started pouring down rain.  Like a huge cloudburst came right then.  So I got to the hospital, and I didn't have an umbrella or anything, so I just sat in my car and thought I'd wait till it passed.  Well, 11:15 and I'm still sitting in my car.  It finally let up a tiny bit, so I got out and walked really fast across the street.  Dude, I was soaking wet.  The delivery guys were there unloading at the time I got to the door.  They're 3 really hot guys.  One is like 16, and the other two are 18 and 19.  And I looked like shit, so whatever.  =P  Then I got done there at 2.  I left and I went to my mom's school and talked to her and Linda, her secretary, for a few minutes and then I decided to get something to eat cause I hadn't eaten since noon the day before.  I went to Nancy's and got something.  So then I went home and as I walked in the door the phone was ringing.  It was Karen and she was in her car looking for something to do.  So we were talking for about 15 minutes and then my doorbell rings, and it's her lmfao..so I was talking to her while she was standing outside my door.  Anyway, she came in and I finished eating and then we decided to go do something.  We went in her car.  We went to Hardee's and she got a sandwich and I got a soda and then we ended up at Wal-Mart, of course.  When we pulled into the parking lot she had one of her CD's in that Matt made for her, and Limp Bizkit's Faith just came on, so we were screaming that at the top of our lungs and we kept getting these strange looks from people and erm, nevermind.  So then we went in and we were singing that through the &lt;b&gt;whole&lt;/b&gt; store.  Then we saw this guy and we decided to follow him around.  That's something we almost always do there, we spot a guy and stalk.  Sick, huh?  It's even sadder, I'm 17 and she's 19, and this guy was 14.  Oh well.  Then we got a shopping cart and filled it with rainbow colored items, then ditched the cart in the toy section.  Oh my God, the fun you can have in West Plains.  So then we left.  We got to an intersection and we had on Faith again and the chicks in the car next to us made the funniest faces ever.  We laughed so hard for like an hour over that one.  Then that kept happening the whole way through town, strange looks from people.  We're so obnoxious.  It's wonderful. =D  Anyway, she came to my house and we decided to get online and so we went to Yahoo chat, and we started talking on voice chat to all these people.  Man, it was great.  We're annoying.  Then she had to leave cause she had to babysit.  Then I went out by myself and met some people and this is getting long and I'm tired of typing and I still have another day to go.  &lt;br /&gt;Today I got up at 11:30, watched The Real World until 2:30, baked cookies during commercials lol.  Took a shower at 3.  Dried my hair and did my make up.  Then I curled my hair in all these tendrils.  It took an hour and a half, but it was so pretty.  That was 2 hours ago, and it's already all de-curled.  Stupid hair.  But yeah, my mom fixed me supper and I ate and watched Friends and Seinfeld and then I got out my bike, aired up the tires, and cleaned it off and I've been out riding.  I haven't touched it in so long.  It was fun though.  Now I'm back and everything.  Cassy and I were supposed to do something tonight, but I never heard back from her.  But it's cool.  It's gonna rain again I think and I just feel like staying in.  Last night I stayed up and I watched Conan, then I watched a movie, then I kept flipping back and forth from MTV2 and all these music stations we get.  I was dancing. =|  That's like what I did all night.  I went to bed at about 4.  I thought about going out and finding Mookie or someone I knew, but I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so obsessed with cooking lately.  Last week I got up two days and made waffles.  One day earlier this week I made French toast and eggs.  Today I made cookies.  Tomorrow I've decided to try some of these recipes I got when I was doing extra credit for Spanish.  &lt;br /&gt;I emailed the songs I want on my CD's to Matt today..I added a bunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly - Ride Wit Me&lt;br /&gt;Scapegoat Wax - Aisle 10 (Hello Allison)&lt;br /&gt;City High - What Would You Do?&lt;br /&gt;Limp Bizkit - Faith&lt;br /&gt;St. Lunatics - Midwest Swing&lt;br /&gt;New Found Glory - Hit or Miss&lt;br /&gt;Jay Z - Big Pimpin&lt;br /&gt;That I'm an asshole song..?&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris - Southern Hospitality&lt;br /&gt;NSync - Pop&lt;br /&gt;N.E.R.D - Lapdance&lt;br /&gt;3LW - Playa Gon Play&lt;br /&gt;D12/Eminem - Ain't Nuttin' But Music&lt;br /&gt;Juvenile - Back That Ass Up&lt;br /&gt;DMX - Party Up&lt;br /&gt;Snoop/Master P - Lay Low&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Dre/Snoop - Still D.R.E&lt;br /&gt;French Affair - My Heart Goes Boom&lt;br /&gt;Nikka Costa - Like a Feather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of sick of people signing my book for no reason constantly, ahem.  Or to communicate with each other, ahem.  I'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go visit &lt;a href="http://www.artificially.net/lou" target="_blank"&gt;Lou&lt;/a&gt;, she's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Devlin right now.  He says I need revenge on John.  Blah, I don't want to talk about him anymore.  I was going to add a picture section, wasn't I?  I'll do that now..if I can get it done.  ; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4293118?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4293118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4293118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4293118' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4224830</id><published>2001-06-24T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-24T21:18:20.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Errr..now they're loading.&lt;br /&gt;Psycho.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to add a picture section tomorrow probably..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4224830?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4224830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4224830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4224830' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4224746</id><published>2001-06-24T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-24T21:12:03.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The image at the top of the page isn't loading, as well as some link buttons.  I don't know if it's just my browser or something, or if there's a problem with the server or what.  Let me know if they aren't loading for you.  I'm working on a new layout anyway, so that should be done sometime this week.  And if it's not, then you'll have to wait until I get back from Texas.  I don't know why, but we decided to go to Galveston this year.  We go somewhere different every summer.  I want to go back to Savannah instead.  God, I love that place.  I really want to go to the Savannah College of Art and Design, but it's just so far and I'd probably have no chance of getting in there.  I'll probably go to Drury if I can get in there.  They have a good school of architecture.  Yes, I've made up my mind.  I want to be an architect, at least as of now.  I may get into it and then hate it.  But I've picked something at least.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I miss John.  I don't know if I miss &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; or just having &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt;.  You know?  I actually cried tonight over him.  I think that's the first time I've ever cried because I missed a guy.  Weird.  Why can't I just move on and forget about it?  I mean, the guy screwed me over and I should hate him.  I want his hands back. =|&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that..it's depressing me.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Karen yesterday, she's so much fun. =]  Thursday I'm gonna do something with Cassy I think.  And I need to call Bethany because I haven't seen her since school got out.  She went to China with our school's choir.  Lucky girl.  I hope she had fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of getting these junk emails.  "Play Baseball With Your Cock"  What the fucking hell?  I don't even have a cock, lmfao.  And if I did, I don't know why I'd want to play baseball with it.  That's just disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;We still haven't gotten a CD burner or gotten our computer fixed or anything.  I want a CD made.  I think I'll see if Matt will make me one.  I made a list of what I want on it..&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;SR-71 - Right Now&lt;br /&gt;Sarina Paris - Look at Us&lt;br /&gt;Caviar - Tangerine Speedo&lt;br /&gt;Groove Armada - See You Baby&lt;br /&gt;Shaggy - Chica Bonita&lt;br /&gt;Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag&lt;br /&gt;AC/DC - If You Want Blood&lt;br /&gt;Eve/Gwen Stefani - Blow Ya Mind&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte - Little Things&lt;br /&gt;Nelly - Country Grammar&lt;br /&gt;Philly's Most Wanted - Cross the Border&lt;br /&gt;Dream - This Is Me&lt;br /&gt;SoulDecision - Faded&lt;br /&gt;Mya - Free&lt;br /&gt;So So Def Bass Allstars - Love You Down&lt;br /&gt;Daft Punk - One More Time&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys - Fallin&lt;br /&gt;Mazzy Star - Fade Into You&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - Hashpipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more, but I can't remember what they were.  Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go watch The Weakest Link..ha.&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/3015822-4224746?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4224746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4224746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4224746' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4212697</id><published>2001-06-23T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-23T21:10:44.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr.  I typed out this huge long post and my computer froze so I lost it. =`[&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to redo it now though, I don't have time to.  &lt;br /&gt;But I had a blast today.  Karen and I went driving around and stuff again.  I got hit on by Grizzlies.  Translation - tall, hot, basketball playing college guys.  Lmao.  ; ]&lt;br /&gt;To Nett..thank you so much for what you said.  It was really sweet and it &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; made me feel a lot better.  I don't have your icq or aim or anything, but I wanted to say thanks. =D&lt;br /&gt;My car pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emote.org/bellerina/car1.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emote.org/bellerina/car2.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4212697?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4212697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4212697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4212697' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4199415</id><published>2001-06-22T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-22T19:37:08.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: umm....yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;Homepage: http://yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Sent: 01.43 - sat 23 jun 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, havn't i seen this layout before.. like on SOMEONE elses site..&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you.  Maybe YOU could tell me who that "someone" would be.  I did all the work on this page myself.  However, it's a super simple layout..you see variations of them all the time.  Tip: before saying something like that in my book have proof &lt;b&gt;and learn to spell&lt;/b&gt;.  But thanks love, I'll take it into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to call some people and find something to do now I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4199415?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4199415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4199415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4199415' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4191904</id><published>2001-06-22T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-22T10:38:52.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to go to work at 2, so I'm getting ready to go take a shower.  I think there's mosquitos in my house or something.  The other night I heard buzzing in my ear and every morning I wake up with like 24684561654 new bites.  Bleugh.  Itchy itchy itchy.  &lt;br /&gt;We have a garage and a carport thing, and my dad is making me park my new car in the carport with his truck.  Yesterday I was backing out of there to bring my car around to put the license plates on it and when I put it in reverse and took my foot off the brake it just started going, like I didn't need gas to back out..but then all of a sudden it stopped.  So I thought I was on a board or something so I just hit the gas and went over something.  Well when my dad came out I noticed he had a weird look on his face and he was heading to where my car had been parked.  There was a huge turtle there.  I ran over it. =[&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have stopped it though cause there was no way I could've seen that it was under my car.  Oh well.  That's the second animal I've hit.  I hit a bunny (I think) back in February.  I cried.  lol..it was on my way to school and when I got there I saw Rebekah and Amanda and I ran up to them and was all like "I *sniffle* just *sniffle* killed *sniffle* a *sniffle* bbbbunny *sniffle sniffle sniffle.*"  Lmfao.  I'm a huge dork. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go get ready now..but I would like to say that Conan O'Brien is the sexiest man in the world and I want his body.&lt;br /&gt;; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4191904?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4191904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4191904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4191904' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4184860</id><published>2001-06-21T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T22:43:05.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have new pictures.  Should I put them up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4184860?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4184860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4184860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4184860' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4184732</id><published>2001-06-21T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T22:35:48.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://emote.org/maximinity" target="_blank"&gt;Kaitlin&lt;/a&gt; wants &lt;a href="http://rickracing.cjb.net" target="_blank"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;.  Wow.  I knew it all along.  I love them both massively so much luck with that.  ; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4184732?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4184732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4184732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4184732' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4184503</id><published>2001-06-21T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T22:19:57.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello ; ]&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt; better today.  I guess just sleep helps..?  I still haven't talked to John.  I sent him a message last night saying, "just taking a wild guess.. but I'm not going to be seeing you anymore, am I?"  He never replied.  Still hasn't.  Man, him not telling me this just makes me look really stupid and makes him look like a total jerk.  But whatever.  I'm over it..for today anyway.  Who knows what'll happen tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;I got up at noon today, that was really nice.  I hate to admit it, but I watched Jerry Springer. =|&lt;br /&gt;I think every episode is the same.  It's all love betrayals.  It cracks me up.  Man oh man..the people that are on that show.  I won't even get into that.  I never even got dressed today.  I'm still in my boxers and my tank.  My dad went down and got my car licensed and the insurance set up for it, so I'm all set.  I put the license plates on it this evening.  I want to get a personalized plate.  Lmfao, my mom wants "pfft" on her plates.  She's nuts.  Anyway, I love my car.  I'm going to take pictures of it tomorrow maybe because Lisa wants to see it.  Actually she wants to see my old car, but I told her it's not even worth taking the time to take pictures of it.  Blah.  Last summer we had 2 automobiles.  Now, we have 5.  In a year.  My Lord.  My mom got a new car last summer, and we kept the old one because I was needing a car.  So there's 3.  Then since my grandpa's death my grandma came and lived here for a while until she got her own apartment here in town.  She brought her Blazer and now she just doesn't have it in her to drive anymore.  So she gave it to my dad last winter.  And now I have my new car.  There's only 3 of us, what the hell are we doing with 5 cars?  Anyway, for 30 days we've got this temporary insurance policy on it that's covered under my dad's truck.  And I'm not supposed to drive it much.  Only for necessary things..like going to work.  That sucks.  Fuck that.  I'm going out tomorrow night whether they like it or not.  I'm a careful driver.  ; ]&lt;br /&gt;I really am.  I just drive fast.  I'm always late getting to places, so I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to drive fast.  I take this back road coming home instead of the highway..the speed limit is 30 or 35 and I'm usually going 70.  Watch out.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Devlin right now.  Actually I'm laughing at him.  He said him and Matt just got their butts kicked in a game.  So I laughed..but I don't even know what he's talking about to tell you the truth.  &lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm getting used to this blogging everyday thing.  &lt;br /&gt;Now there's drama in my guestbook.  Please.  &lt;br /&gt;I need a new layout, badly.  I'm not motivated to make one though.  Maybe after I get back from Texas.  That'll be uhm..July 14 or so.  I had to order a new swimming suit, mine from last year doesn't fit anymore.  It came today.  I got it from Victoria's Secret.  They've got the best suits.  They didn't have the one I wanted, so I picked a different one..they didn't have it either.  This went on about 5 times.  Then they &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; had one I liked.  It's so cute. It's a two-piece and it's all yellow and pink and green.  Kind of uhm..retro looking?  I really don't even know what that word means.  Someone fill me in?  Lmfao.  It kind of looks disco-era-ish.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna go now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4184503?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4184503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4184503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4184503' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4164852</id><published>2001-06-20T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-20T20:14:44.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He just messaged me.  I have no one else to talk to about this..so YES you get to read more about it. ; ]&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell is he doing this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John - hey&lt;br /&gt;Me -  hi&lt;br /&gt;John - what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me -  emailing cassy, why?&lt;br /&gt;John - just making conversation&lt;br /&gt;Me -  alright.  what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;John - looking at a website&lt;br /&gt;Me -  oh&lt;br /&gt;John - yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all as of right now.  OMG I feel like I'm a news reporter person.  Like they just had something really serious happen and I have to keep the people updated about the situation.  &lt;br /&gt;I  A M  P A T H E T I C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking at a website."  I hope it's not mine.  =X&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao that would kinda rock, though..right?  See then he gets to read about all my emotional mood swing things and I didn't even know about it, so I can't hide anything..?  That made no sense.  Scratch it.  He uh...  Okay I'm not even going to attempt that one again.&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache.  Probably from being on here so much today.  Not used to it.  Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Why did he ask me earlier what I was doing later?  Hmm..I have a couple of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Since I said "nothing &lt;u&gt;right now&lt;/u&gt;" maybe he thinks I have plans.&lt;br /&gt;B.  He's interested again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.  I bet these posts are getting old, huh?  Sorry, I'm the biggest dork in the world.  I'm obsessive. =|&lt;br /&gt;No, I just want to be able to look back at this soon and remember every little thing I was feeling.  Makes sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rick.. &lt;b&gt;Shut the hell up&lt;/b&gt;.  Yes you were right.  Do I care?  No.  Are you going to benefit from any of this in any way?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4164852?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4164852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4164852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4164852' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4164680</id><published>2001-06-20T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-20T20:00:58.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never posted this much in just one day.  Man, I hardly ever post on here.&lt;br /&gt;I have an update about this whole soap opera deal lmfao..&lt;br /&gt;Okay..I talked to John on icq like two hours ago.  As soon as Stacie got offline he sent me a message.  I'm sharing this in my blog so that I don't have to keep informing people seperately of my whole freaky ass situation.  Haha, never tell me anything that you want to keep private.  I'll end up posting it in here. =|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John - hey dude&lt;br /&gt;Me -  uh.. hi&lt;br /&gt;John - what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me -  nothing right now&lt;br /&gt;John - what are you doing later?&lt;br /&gt;Me -  i don't know&lt;br /&gt;John - ok&lt;br /&gt;Me -  k&lt;br /&gt;John - k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it ended there.  He got off 15 minutes later and so did I.  But now we're both online again. =\&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a dumbass.  I should've said something to him about it.  I just can't though.  I'm like in love with the guy.  I mean, I hate him.  Lmfao..I don't know.  I should chew his ass out right now, but I can't bring myself to even mention it.  I can't even bring myself to talk to him.  &lt;br /&gt;I knew this was coming.  I should've known better.  Guys suck.  You know that feeling where you're just &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt; too happy?  That feeling where you know it can't last?  I had that.  I just didn't expect it to turn out to be right. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Help&lt;/b&gt;.  I need help.  Someone slap me.  Hard.  I need a buttload of sense knocked into me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and uhm..Sorry if you're reading this and think it's all a bit &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; personal to share on here.  I just get to typing and can't stop.  It makes me feel better I guess.  Please leave your comments on me and my drama-filled life in the guestbook.  I really like it when people talk about my blog.  I'm sure somebody is thinking "Boy, that bitch is psycho."  &lt;b&gt;Tell me all about it&lt;/b&gt;.  Please!  My guestbook is lonely and it needs love and I need to be cheered up.  lol.  Much love at everyone who is signing it.  xoxoxxo!&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time ever that my life is actually exciting.  It's all got drama in it.  I seriously feel like I'm in a soap opera.  You know?  Those love triangle things.  Haha.  My soap opera situation that's on a very fine line.  I'm just not sure about the next move.  Caitlin needs revenge though.  There's a lot of that in soaps, right?  I used to watch Days of Our Lives.  I watched it for like 2 years.  Then I got tired of taping it everyday so I quit.  It got bad though when all the good characters left.  Kristin left..and Susan and all the other people she played.  Lmfao that was the best.  Karen and I had so many inside jokes from Days.  &lt;br /&gt;I got off track. =||&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  She's on icq now.  Die die die.  &lt;br /&gt;Now I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; you're thinking "psycho bitch girl".  =P&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go now.  Expect another post tonight though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4164680?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4164680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4164680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4164680' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4161914</id><published>2001-06-20T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-20T16:26:17.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lmfao&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a soap opera. &lt;br /&gt;=|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4161914?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4161914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4161914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4161914' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4160768</id><published>2001-06-20T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-20T15:08:40.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life just keeps getting better and better, let me tell ya..&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm really mad.  The angriest I've ever been, at least that I can remember.  So right now I have to type it all to get it all out of my system, even though I've spent most of the day bitching to Cassy about it.  Much love at her for putting up with my shit. =D&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was dating this guy John.  It's all about it in here, all the mushy details have been posted in the past.  Anyway, we were going out for like a week, and then we decided it was too soon, so we'd just be "dating" for now.  That was cool with me.  The week before last he was in St. Louis and when he got back he was telling Cassy how much he'd missed me and all this crap.  So things were good for me.  Then last Monday I was talking to him and things were still fine.  But &lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt; after Monday he changed completely.  It was like he was avoiding me.  We had planned to go out on Thursday or Friday but I never heard from him.  So like the idiot I am, I turned down Jennifer when she wanted me to go to her house with Josh and some other people I didn't know, just because I was sure John and I were going to do something.  So nothing happened.  I stayed home.  Bored.  Lonely.  Whatever.  Then Monday I finally talked to him and he said he'd been pretty busy the last couple of weeks.  I was thinking "sure whatever", but I didn't think much of it.  So today I got online before going to work and talked to Cassy.  She was like "Call me when you get home. I need to talk to you."  I said "Is it bad?"  and she said "Umm..kind of.  What am I talking about?  Yes, it's bad.  John is a slimeball."  So I said "What'd he say?"  She said "Well, I haven't talked to him.  But I found out from &lt;i&gt;Person A&lt;/i&gt; that he's back with Stacie and they slept together.  So I wasn't sure I believed it..but then I talked to &lt;i&gt;Person B, C and D&lt;/i&gt; (his best friends) to confirm it.  They said it was true.  But then &lt;i&gt;Person C&lt;/i&gt; said 'Didn't he tell Caitlin?'."  &lt;br /&gt;Fuck no he didn't tell me.  Wait wait..I'm just getting to the good part.  Would I have been mad if he told me he wanted to get back together with Stacie &lt;b&gt;before&lt;/b&gt; he fucked her?  No.  I would've been like hmm..heartbroken.  But I wouldn't have argued.  Let the man do what he wants.  But nooo, I have to find out a week later.  Get this..I just talked to him two fucking days ago and he didn't say a word about that slut or that we weren't seeing each other anymore.  That's what makes me 10 times as mad.  There's more.&lt;br /&gt;The last time we talked when we were still "dating" (last week, Monday) we started talking about erm..sex.  This is awful that I have to stoop to sharing this on my website.  God.  Anyway..I kind of got the impression that he wanted to have sex.  He didn't flat out say it..but he came close.  Then I get "How do you feel about sex?"  Okay, I was being honest with my answer.  You need to know that I'm a virgin before I tell you this.  Do I have a problem with pre-marital sex?  Not at all.  Am I ashamed that I'm a virgin?  Not at all.  So here's what I said.."Uhm, I'm not sure right now.  But I don't think I'm exactly ready for it yet."  That's honest, right?  I know that if we had uh..gone at it while we were making out on his couch, I wouldn't have stopped it.  I guess it depends on the moment or whatever.  But anyway, that's when he started to change.  Actually he got really sweet for a while and then he changed really fast.  So now I hear that he's with Stacie and they've slept together for the first time.  Hmm..think I was being used?  I do.  I'm so pissed.  I was talking to Cassy on icq after she told me and I was just going off on it..so when I talked to her on the phone a few minutes ago she told me to give him the same speech that I gave her on icq this morning.  What I said:&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god.  i'm so mad.  i seriously hate him.  he's an asshole...&lt;br /&gt;you know when he started to changed?  when i told him i wouldn't have sex with him..that's what happened.  so now he's back with stacey and he got his sex.  well i'm glad.  i didn't even know they were together before.&lt;br /&gt;fucking prick"&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yes..I need to talk to him badly.  Just so I feel a lot better.  Actually, the only way I'm going to feel better right now would be &lt;br /&gt;A. Meeting a nice, sweet, hot guy that &lt;b&gt;wants me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;B. John coming back and saying "Stacie and I are over so like can we still be dating?"  (Something along those lines.  Anyway, it involves him crawling back to me on his hands and knees.)  Just so that I can have the satisfaction of turning him down.&lt;br /&gt;C. Talking to Josh and having him side with me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it.  Josh is good friends with John.  I saw him at Wal-Mart a couple of weeks ago and he was like "You and John still dating?"  I said "I guess..I haven't seen him in a while so I don't know what's going on."  He said "He's making a big mistake.  You tell him that if he &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; stops dating you he can suck my dick."&lt;br /&gt;So yes.  I need to talk to Josh.  And I need to tell John that.  Oh God.  So many things to do.  I'M SO FUCKING MAD!  That asshole.  Grrrrrr!  Mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad!  I'm such a freak.  No, I'm dumb.  Really dumb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the bright side&lt;/b&gt;, I finally got my new car.  It's so pretty.  I love it.  It's not licensed or insured or anything yet, so I can't drive it.  Cry.  Such a bad day.  What should I do about John?  I realize now that he's not worth my time and he's a jerk and all and doesn't deserve me.  But still..I'm so heartbroken.  As stupid as that sounds.  And I realize that we weren't actually together, so it's not like he's cheated on me or anything.  But he could at least have the decency to tell me, right?  But why doesn't he want me?  Grr.  I mean this girl..she'll be a junior this year, she looks like she's about 11.  She's fucking jailbait man.  Calm down Caitlin.  How can it go from love to hate so fast?  That's just wrong.  Enough of my bitching..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4160768?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4160768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4160768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4160768' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-4128642</id><published>2001-06-18T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-18T15:50:27.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sent: 23.35 - mon 18 jun 2001&lt;br /&gt;its funny how you say the site is for YOU yet you apologize to the people about the lack of content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I'm not seeing the humor in that.  You know what I &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; find funny though?  That you don't have the balls to leave your name.  Sigh.  Please people, complain all you want about my site in my guestbook.  It's there for comments, good or bad.  But good Lord, at least leave your name and/or email address.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks.  I hate it, for the most part.  And I don't feel like going into detail right now.  Maybe I'll update again soon.  Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;I'm adding Lou's button to my favorites.  She rocks. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-4128642?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4128642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/4128642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#4128642' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3998024</id><published>2001-06-09T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-09T18:49:30.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with Karen on Thursday.  I hadn't seen her since before Christmas.  We always have &lt;b&gt;the best&lt;/b&gt; time together.  I guess it's kind of because we go way back or something.  But anyway, she was supposed to come over at 3..but I woke up at 11:30 and my mom told me Karen had called and wanted to know if I wanted to go out earlier.  So I took a shower and got dressed and everything and she showed up at 12, so she had to wait on me to finish getting ready.  We went to eat at this awesome place called Cornucopia.  She had one of those I-Zone sticky film cameras with her, so we were taking pictures while we were eating.  And we took a picture of the guy who was waiting on us with us.  He thought we were psycho. Then we went back to my house for a few minutes.  Then we kept driving by her aunt's house because Karen's ex is in town and is staying at her aunt's house.  Every summer we go there while he's there and we erm..make fun of him. =\  Her idea, not mine.  Then we just drove around town for like an hour.  She's got this CD that she calls her "hyper" music.  It's got all these great songs on it.  All the Small Things, Big Pimpin, Pour Some Sugar On Me, Lady Marmalade, uh and all these rap songs that I can't remember.  But we had it &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; loud.  I always have my music loud in my car..but I do have a certain amount of respect for other people in certain situations.  But no, not with Karen.  We're driving through a quiet little neighborhood, we're driving past the hospital, we're driving past little kids on their bikes with music blasting from her car and "fuck" being every other word in the majority of the songs.  When we're in public together we get the strangest looks from people.  I swear we're the biggest dorks.  We're a menace to society when we're together.  I live in a small town and there's not a lot to do.  So guess what we did most of the time other than drive around.  Oh yes.. Wal-Mart.  Lmfao.  We just go and walk around and act retarded, like we always do.  But it was so much fun.  I got home around 8 or 9 I guess.  So then I was bored and I just went driving alone.  It sucked.  But then I saw Mookie at Sonic.  I hadn't seen him since prom I guess.  So he came around and parked by me and I got out and talked with him and his friend for a while.  Not so bad..  &lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I think I'm in love.  Not really I don't guess..because I don't know him all that well and it just seems kind of soon.  But this guy is amazing.  &lt;u&gt;Never&lt;/u&gt; in my life have I had what he gives me.  He always knows the perfect thing to say.  He's totally sincere.  Like, having his arms around me is pretty much all I'm living for at this point in time.  It probably sounds pathetic, huh?  Like I said before, I've &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; had this before.  He's the first guy I've dated in rl since well, 9th grade.  Cary.  Yes, that lasted a whole two weeks.  Well actually I went out with a guy last October a couple of times, but I didn't really think of it as dating him, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't seen John since last Friday and oh my God I miss him.  I've talked to him on ICQ three times since then.  He was in St. Louis most of the week.  I thought I was being avoided. =|  But bam, he comes back and tells me how much he missed me and how all he thinks about is me, and so everything is just perfect again. =D&lt;br /&gt;What else to tell..&lt;br /&gt;I took the ACT again today.  Never heard of it?  It's like the SAT, but for the midwest folks I guess.  All the colleges around here usually just take ACT scores.  I took it in November and I got a 22 on it.  Not what I was hoping for.  I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; the math and scientific reasoning parts.  I got a 27 or a 28 on the English, a 25 on the reading, a 17 on the scientific reasoning and a 14 on the math last time.  Fucking math.  Dragged the whole thing down.  I feel like I did better on it today, though.  So that's cool?  Watch..since I said that I'll get my scores back and they'll be way down.  That's always how things work out for me.  Dude, talk about good luck.  Last summer Karen won some awesome shit from a radio station here.  It was a huge entertainment system, a stereo, a car CD player thing, 500 dollars worth of carpet and some gift certificates from places around here.  Well about a month ago there was a bridal show at the Civic Center and she entered a contest for couples who were engaged or newlyweds.  She got a phone call last weekend and she won the grand prize.  What the hell?  She won a trip to her choice of the following:  the Bahamas, Mexico, uhm, I forgot the others, heh.  But she's taking the Bahamas trip.  She gets like a week there, all expenses paid, for her and her "fiance".  They aren't &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; engaged, but they will be.  They've been together for 2 and a half years and they've been living together for a year and a half.  Everyone knows they're gonna get married.  But she's got the best luck.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a new car.  Probably Wednesday.  It's in Springfield, and we're going up there on Wed. so I'll probably end up getting it then.  I &lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt; so anyway.  It's a 1999 2-door blue Cavalier.  I'm not wild about getting an American car or whatever, but I love it.  I'd rather have a Mitsubishi or a Toyota or something..but it works for me.  I've got a '93 Toyota Corolla now.  I hate it.  My mom has a 2000 Camry, I've been driving it for the past week because she's been home from work and hasn't gone anywhere, so she doesn't even know the difference.  John has a Toyota MR-2.  Love that car.  &lt;br /&gt;Cassy got in a wreck about a month ago.  She had &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; gotten a new car.  Someone slammed on their brakes in front of her and she couldn't stop in time and she went right under the guy's truck.  She's getting her car fixed though, insurance is covering it I think.  It's gonna cost like 1500 or something.  I'm not sure.  But the truck in front of her hit the car in front of him and she was going to have to pay for that damage because she was in the back and she was at fault, but she found a witness who said that the truck hit the car in front of him before she hit him.  So that's all good for her and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;As dorky as this sounds, I'm actually kind of sick of being home and not going to school.  I've been out for 2 weeks and I'm so bored of it.  I miss school?  Caitlin misses school?  What the fuck is wrong with me?  It's not like I ever went anyway.  I missed 28 days 2nd semester.  Not whole days, but that was the biggest number of times I missed for one hour.  We're only allowed to miss 8. =\&lt;br /&gt;Man, how long is this entry anyway?  I hardly ever write in here, so I guess it kind of evens things out..and I don't think I'm even done yet for today.  &lt;br /&gt;Rick is being a jerk.  What's new?  I actually thought we could be friends after all this.  Or at least get along, you know?  God, I miss talking to him.  What can you do.. Let him do whatever he wants.  I don't care.  I hardly &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; go in vp anymore.  It's gay.  I'm not really even online much at all.  &lt;br /&gt;After I get my car I have to get a job.  I'm gonna start working at the hospital again.  It's just volunteer work, but it's a great learning experience.  I love it there.  I have orientation for that on Monday.  I love those old ladies I get to work with.  There's a couple of men, too.  They all crack me up.  But every once in a while, there's a crabby one who acts like she's got something up her ass.  That sucks.  Last year this girl I worked with got into a huge fight with one of them.  It was bad, but I thought it was hilarious. =]  They send me to do PR work half the time.  I didn't drive last summer, so when they sent me down to Public Relations I had to walk.  Blah.  &lt;br /&gt;Congrats to &lt;a href="http://emote.org/maximinity" target="_blank"&gt;Kaitlin&lt;/a&gt;.  She graduated.  Rock on.  I graduate next year.  Yes.  Then it's bye bye West Plains.  Oh man, that'll rock.  I'm sick of this place.  I'll get all sentimental and shit though.  I don't know what I'll do without my mom.  Okay, I've got a whole year to think about that..&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, like I was saying before..I have to get a job this summer.  I'll probably go to work for my dad.  He manages a big grocery store here.  I know like everyone that works there.  I'll probably work in the video section with my man Harris.  Lmfao that guy is so funny.  He's met all these famous people and has all these crazy stories.  It's great.  But I think I might try to get a job at a movie theater here.  I don't know if they're hiring though.. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is long enough so I'm out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3998024?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3998024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3998024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3998024' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3939249</id><published>2001-06-05T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-06-05T15:42:11.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;b&gt;The Animal&lt;/b&gt; Friday night.  Lmfao it was great. =P&lt;br /&gt;I need to go dry my hair because I have to be somewhere at 4:30.  I'm talking to &lt;a href="http://rickracing.cjb.net" target="_blank"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt; right now.  He thinks I'm a dyke.  Ok, now he thinks I want him.  That makes him female, right?  Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I put new pictures up over there &lt;&lt;.  Boring stuff.  I'll update sometime.  But I really don't feel like it.  Maybe I'll just take this page down.  I don't know yet.  &lt;br /&gt;Get Cap`n Crunch and chocolate frosting and mix them together.  It's really good. =|&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3939249?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3939249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3939249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3939249' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3863545</id><published>2001-05-30T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-05-30T18:10:20.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rickk.cjb.net" target="_blank"&gt;Lmfao&lt;/a&gt; I'm a &lt;a href="http://rickk.cjb.net" target="_blank"&gt;whore&lt;/a&gt;. ; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3863545?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3863545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3863545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3863545' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3861921</id><published>2001-05-30T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-05-30T15:50:51.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I updated a lot lot lot.  I hope this is pretty easy to navigate in.  On the girl pop up, the text might be hard to read towards the bottom.  So just highlight it or something if you can't see it.  I'm too lazy to fix it right now.  =|&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now time for me to ramble about my life right now.  Lucky you for having to read it, right? =D&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so like 3 weeks ago or something I started talking to this guy on ICQ that goes to my school.  He knew who I was, but I didn't know who he was.  We started kind of flirting I guess?  He asked me if I wanted to do something sometime, but I didn't know what he looked like or who he was or anything, so I kind of avoided it.  But &lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt; his picture was in our newspaper like two nights later, and I was like &lt;i&gt;shit, that's the guy I'm talking to?&lt;/i&gt;.  So after that I couldn't resist him or whatever.  lmfao @ me writing all this..geez.  ANYWAY.. I told him if he still wanted to do something sometime I'd like to.  And he was like "You're interested?"  I was like "Are you kidding, hell yes."  So he had an extra ticket to project graduation and asked if I wanted to go with him.  So I did.  And my friend Cassy got a ticket from someone, so she went too.  It was fun.  And then the next night..last Friday..we went to the movies and he's such a sweetheart. =]  Then last night he came and picked me up and we went to his house and watched movies and uh stuff.  He smokes and I don't like that.  But he doesn't do it all the time or anything, and he doesn't do it around me..so it's okay I guess.  Hmm what else.. Oh, he's moving to Springfield at the end of the summer.  Springfield is like 2 hours away from here.  I think he decided to go to college up there instead of staying here.  He said he'd still come down and see me though.  But it suucksss!  I guess that's all I'll share about him. =|&lt;br /&gt;Our electricity has gone out about 5 times today and it's pissing me off.  I haven't gotten dressed or taken a shower or anything, so I can't go anywhere.  So there I am, sitting in my room, just staring.  Blah, ok I'll go now..&lt;br /&gt;Sign my book please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3861921?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3861921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3861921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3861921' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3847159</id><published>2001-05-29T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-05-29T15:30:28.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout and all.  Tables.  Yes, go Caitlin.  Haha, it's the first time I've ever worked with them.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of getting everything back up, but it'll take a couple of days.  I know I say this everytime I update, but I'm going to keep adding new content.  Like more stuff for you to do.  I'm not sure what that will be yet, but I'll come up with something.  And I've got like, so many stories to tell.  A &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; has happened in the last couple of weeks.  Anyway, I've gotta go now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3847159?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3847159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3847159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3847159' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3681432</id><published>2001-05-17T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-05-17T20:01:33.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I'm lazy and don't feel like adding the blog link to the menu, I just made it the main page.&lt;br /&gt;Easier this way anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3681432?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3681432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3681432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3681432' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3681183</id><published>2001-05-17T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-05-17T19:41:14.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I STILL LOVE TRACI'S LINE-HEIGHT TAG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3681183?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3681183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3681183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3681183' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3679895</id><published>2001-05-17T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-05-17T17:58:41.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So hey.  It's been a while since I've posted anything on here.  Blogger was being a pain in the ass last week when I updated.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to &lt;a href="http://blackglass.org" target="_blank"&gt;Traci&lt;/a&gt; right now.  She's a sweetheart and I love her. =]&lt;br /&gt;Next layout I do, &lt;b&gt;no popup&lt;/b&gt;.  I'm sick of them.  I think I'll venture into the world of tables. =|&lt;br /&gt;In Spanish yesterday and today we watched The Emperor's New Groove.  I'd never seen it.  Damn, that cracked me up.  I love David Spade. =P  Speaking of David Spade, Lost and Found is  the stupidest movie ever (what do you expect from a movie with him in it?) &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; the part where he sings is like my all-time favorite movie moment.  Don't ask why.  I'm weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRACI I LIKE YOUR LINE-HEIGHT TAG&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3679895?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3679895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3679895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3679895' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3616549</id><published>2001-05-13T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-05-13T17:56:21.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a longggg time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3616549?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3616549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3616549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3616549' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3424230</id><published>2001-04-29T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-04-30T21:54:05.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell you guys that I changed the name of the site. &lt;br /&gt;It's now Canned Heat.  Again was just a temporary name (lmfao 5 month-temporary =|) because I couldn't come up with anything else.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, now it's changed finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3424230?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3424230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3424230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3424230' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3419035</id><published>2001-04-29T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-04-29T10:56:00.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 10:30 and I just got up about an hour ago.  I wanted to sleep till like 2, but nooo, my dog &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to wake me up.  Blah.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta work on Spanish extra credit.  I've got one report done, and I think I'll do about 3 more.  I need all the extra credit I can get.  Geometry and Spanish are my problems.  I always get C's in there, and I &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt; get any C's this last quarter cause if I get all A's and B's then I get a new car.  Lucky me..except I won't be able to pull it off damnit.&lt;br /&gt;I just joined Traci's blog.  Go see her page &lt;a href="http://cheeky.nu/~letters" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but I don't think it's all the way up yet.  I don't know, I haven't checked since yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meechee.net/bias/" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; anti-Britney site is great.  However, &lt;a href="http://nohairuh.cjb.net/" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; anti-Christina site is retarded.  This girl is just a Britney fan hating Christina Aguilera because she can I guess, and I think it's stupid.  I love pop music, I think it's great..but if you like one, wouldn't you like them all?  I mean, they look alike, they have the same music, do the same things.  The only thing different is their voices, and sorry, but if we're going by voices then it's pretty obvious who is the better singer..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I needed something to complain about.  Go see &lt;a href="http://dorkette.nu/leslie" target="_blank"&gt;Leslie&lt;/a&gt;, her new layout is beautiful.  - FREAKIN JEALOUS. lmfao love you leslie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3419035?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3419035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3419035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3419035' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015822.post-3400132</id><published>2001-04-27T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-04-28T21:44:13.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started a blog! =]  &lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm doing this right and I can figure it all out, otherwise I'm screwed.  &lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome.  I had school, but it was still awesome.  I love fridays.  I just ate a Snickers Cruncher? bar..or something like that.  I threw away the wrapper so I don't remember what it was called, but omg that was good.  I stopped to get gas on my way home and I kinda loaded up on junk food. &lt;br /&gt;lmfao I'm watching SnowDay cause it's the only thing on.  It's a stupid Nick movie, but I love it.  shampoo the killer whale lmfao ok..&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go tanning..&lt;br /&gt;adios =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015822-3400132?l=bellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3400132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015822/posts/default/3400132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellerina.blogspot.com/index.html#3400132' title=''/><author><name>Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04480635092090166618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
