<?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-2538697435065678302</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:41:56.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are satellites</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-6412194444556201036</id><published>2009-01-21T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:50:43.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updateee.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I need to update.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll just list things in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Ready. Go.&lt;br /&gt;1. Scott's in the MTC now&lt;br /&gt;2. Ky comes home in March, Jordon and Spencer in June.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm in Rexburg, off track...it's better than being at home but not by much.&lt;br /&gt;4. Boys are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss having friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. I need a life outside of the tv and off this couch.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm always tired all the time.&lt;br /&gt;8. There's too much in my brainnnn AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-6412194444556201036?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/6412194444556201036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=6412194444556201036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6412194444556201036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6412194444556201036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2009/01/updateee.html' title='Updateee.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-244824390386101495</id><published>2008-12-29T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:16:05.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angerfied.</title><content type='html'>P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of people in the ward trying to hook me up with their sons.&lt;br /&gt;If they wanted to date me, they would ask! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;It's especially bad when I've never even met the boy and they tell me to move to Utah or something..GAH!&lt;br /&gt;Or when the boy is almost 30!&lt;br /&gt;Or when the boy isn't even "my type"!&lt;br /&gt;Or when I'm not even the boy's "type"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-244824390386101495?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/244824390386101495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=244824390386101495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/244824390386101495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/244824390386101495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/12/p.html' title='Angerfied.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-2977028629975669115</id><published>2008-12-29T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:49:45.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH!</title><content type='html'>Who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with him..&lt;br /&gt;John will never be him&lt;br /&gt;John will never be what I want in someone&lt;br /&gt;John is amazing&lt;br /&gt;but not for me&lt;br /&gt;I knew that from the start&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm afraid of hurting him&lt;br /&gt;I care very much for John&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't even compare&lt;br /&gt;it's too difficult&lt;br /&gt;too complicated&lt;br /&gt;sooooo lame.&lt;br /&gt;I just want him.&lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-2977028629975669115?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/2977028629975669115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=2977028629975669115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2977028629975669115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2977028629975669115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah.html' title='BAH!'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-2686838952197341098</id><published>2008-11-18T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:07:44.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>liFe.</title><content type='html'>I'm just waiting for BYUI to write me an email saying this exactly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Katie,&lt;br /&gt;You suck at life and we wish that you would no longer continue your education at our school. We have noted that you are lazy and have no motivation for anything. You suck at your classes and your major. Please leave Rexburg as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;President Clark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-2686838952197341098?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/2686838952197341098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=2686838952197341098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2686838952197341098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2686838952197341098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/11/life.html' title='liFe.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-5277534063532306130</id><published>2008-09-10T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:28:27.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend from Hell.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I survived. Luckily. I was bruised along the way. Severely. But I made it. So long story short, my car broke down on the way down to school. 7 hours from home, 5 hours from school. I was by myself for 3 days. Stuck. And it sucked. Luckily Stacie gave me the idea to document my adventure, and I use that word loosly, on my camera on my phone because the battery on my camera was dead. So let's dive in to this lovely event...&lt;br /&gt;[and I just want to say as a disclaimer, this story is told much better and much more coherent in person...hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5EB6R9UI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oI9VyJFLQ9Q/s1600-h/09-04-08_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574876212262210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5EB6R9UI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oI9VyJFLQ9Q/s320/09-04-08_1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mechanics' lobby. I lived here for several hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42LUgu3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ftUM0qjBN0o/s1600-h/09-04-08_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574638220032882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42LUgu3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ftUM0qjBN0o/s320/09-04-08_1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SAVIOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42vrt79I/AAAAAAAAAJg/bcPEfgz1dns/s1600-h/09-04-08_1754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574647981043666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42vrt79I/AAAAAAAAAJg/bcPEfgz1dns/s320/09-04-08_1754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored at the mechanics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4K0pFaqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ADjD8ADBvQ8/s1600-h/09-04-08_1423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573893397932706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4K0pFaqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ADjD8ADBvQ8/s320/09-04-08_1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4KjulKBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FEqHBWRn6lI/s1600-h/09-04-08_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573888857581586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4KjulKBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FEqHBWRn6lI/s320/09-04-08_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake guy in a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3yHqXdEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_mseuY5iwi4/s1600-h/09-04-08_1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573469006853186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3yHqXdEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_mseuY5iwi4/s320/09-04-08_1417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the art store I went to, you can't tell but it's a super cool purple color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3TQHKxhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Td6NVblDczw/s1600-h/09-04-08_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244572938699195922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3TQHKxhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Td6NVblDczw/s320/09-04-08_1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had cool things there like this bird house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3Tld9fYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fy5AhWvgLhk/s1600-h/09-04-08_1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244572944431938946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3Tld9fYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fy5AhWvgLhk/s320/09-04-08_1349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a boot bird house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3T-tIq0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/vgvz5_6OKJE/s1600-h/09-04-08_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244572951206472514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3T-tIq0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/vgvz5_6OKJE/s320/09-04-08_1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor toe!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid gas station that was closed. And I had to pee so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4LmJDesI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gVCOBDqxeTc/s1600-h/09-04-08_1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573906685360834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4LmJDesI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gVCOBDqxeTc/s320/09-04-08_1429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool flower store on main street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3yPY2HpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TprUhNNytpQ/s1600-h/09-04-08_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573471080849042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3yPY2HpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TprUhNNytpQ/s320/09-04-08_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried finding this coffee shop (hoping for hot cocoa of course) but when I got there it was out of business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42u68YGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cjglwwIoY_s/s1600-h/09-04-08_1610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574647776469090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42u68YGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cjglwwIoY_s/s320/09-04-08_1610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a good sandwhich place. I went there for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3xqG9H_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0opdjBRU2H4/s1600-h/09-04-08_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573461073698802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3xqG9H_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0opdjBRU2H4/s320/09-04-08_1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was Costco, man was I wrong. As I got closer it turned out to be a culture center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3UWh9JAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GMCd2g2NRpw/s1600-h/09-04-08_1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244572957602030594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3UWh9JAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GMCd2g2NRpw/s320/09-04-08_1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I tripped and my toe wouldn't stop bleeding and city hall didn't have any bandaids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3x75V0GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q_eyNou657M/s1600-h/09-04-08_1411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573465848434786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3x75V0GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q_eyNou657M/s320/09-04-08_1411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Hall is in the background but TrueValue seriously saved my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3x3XxZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/qGJwo5Aca6A/s1600-h/09-04-08_1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573464633894898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh3x3XxZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/qGJwo5Aca6A/s320/09-04-08_1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORINGGGGGGgggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I decided to go find the LDS church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42LmNJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FJqaxhVjakY/s1600-h/09-04-08_1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574638294247234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42LmNJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FJqaxhVjakY/s320/09-04-08_1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 80 degrees when I was walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4oM6fseI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LxDMK98xlYI/s1600-h/09-04-08_1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574398129615330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4oM6fseI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LxDMK98xlYI/s320/09-04-08_1502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4oah2-CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QQ0btdY7z1Q/s1600-h/09-04-08_1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574401784379426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4oah2-CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QQ0btdY7z1Q/s320/09-04-08_1503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a fake flower garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4cdTMNeI/AAAAAAAAAII/TdRZZyJGZRM/s1600-h/09-04-08_1455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574196369733090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4cdTMNeI/AAAAAAAAAII/TdRZZyJGZRM/s320/09-04-08_1455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4caTEtOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KggZoW-4xAI/s1600-h/09-04-08_1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574195563934946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4caTEtOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KggZoW-4xAI/s320/09-04-08_1456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 666 house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4bqokxbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Gd8zEIavgIM/s1600-h/09-04-08_1433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574182769214898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4bqokxbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Gd8zEIavgIM/s320/09-04-08_1433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever said to myself, "Hey! I could really go for some really good pancakes and steak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4btokY5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/uUoTKz9FYec/s1600-h/09-04-08_1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574183574496146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4btokY5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/uUoTKz9FYec/s320/09-04-08_1436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4bzIJyNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oeIymsy7b50/s1600-h/09-04-08_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574185049147602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4bzIJyNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oeIymsy7b50/s320/09-04-08_1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carousel I played on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4ogJ76cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/p0aL8cMXoPo/s1600-h/09-04-08_1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574403294652866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4ogJ76cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/p0aL8cMXoPo/s320/09-04-08_1513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the LDS church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4pIPNEeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EwmU6AMddyg/s1600-h/09-04-08_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574414054167010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4pIPNEeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EwmU6AMddyg/s320/09-04-08_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No priesthood holder, but I found shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4pHJzxdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OEJKNi1eVuY/s1600-h/09-04-08_1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574413763102162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4pHJzxdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OEJKNi1eVuY/s320/09-04-08_1523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42TjrK3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fvrxQdDr7lU/s1600-h/09-04-08_1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574640431115122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh42TjrK3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fvrxQdDr7lU/s320/09-04-08_1605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had hobo feet, for real, ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5EXTYAZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7nZagGO6VeU/s1600-h/09-05-08_1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574881954660754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5EXTYAZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7nZagGO6VeU/s320/09-05-08_1128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5E4owVuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2Zw7q4_-Iq0/s1600-h/09-05-08_1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574890902705890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5E4owVuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2Zw7q4_-Iq0/s320/09-05-08_1251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to the movies for the first time by myself. It was so fun. It was noon and I was the only one there! SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5EvLf-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uz06c-ukSSQ/s1600-h/09-05-08_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5EhfJjKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tXeY6voAYVY/s1600-h/09-05-08_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574884688399522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5EhfJjKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tXeY6voAYVY/s320/09-05-08_1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made us watch this gay Kid Rock music video about the war before the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5USoKBaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9kG8qGOCH7k/s1600-h/09-05-08_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575155577554338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5USoKBaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9kG8qGOCH7k/s320/09-05-08_1252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was so funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4Lmp9HZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2_LruPnLXoY/s1600-h/09-04-08_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4LeWnWJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/A6QqYAjIOVU/s1600-h/09-04-08_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244573904594753682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh4LeWnWJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/A6QqYAjIOVU/s320/09-04-08_1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5VDWgNAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fR_dxEFvPfU/s1600-h/09-05-08_1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5VQ2GqTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3tKTD-kvfHc/s1600-h/09-05-08_1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575172279052594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5VQ2GqTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3tKTD-kvfHc/s320/09-05-08_1449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy yellow house across the street from the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5Uk2Of5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/4uDaQ61Ml1E/s1600-h/09-05-08_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5U5HAD5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/bbBbZl8MPOU/s1600-h/09-05-08_1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575165907472274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5U5HAD5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/bbBbZl8MPOU/s320/09-05-08_1447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the park more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5kwMRM2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/qgSLXDwNZ3E/s1600-h/09-05-08_1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575438391554914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5kwMRM2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/qgSLXDwNZ3E/s320/09-05-08_1453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor feet got trashed this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5lD9rB2I/AAAAAAAAALY/TL3g2uaR7tc/s1600-h/09-05-08_1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575443699042146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5lD9rB2I/AAAAAAAAALY/TL3g2uaR7tc/s320/09-05-08_1510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5z4dM38I/AAAAAAAAALg/UWpXK63mPFc/s1600-h/09-05-08_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575698308095938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5z4dM38I/AAAAAAAAALg/UWpXK63mPFc/s320/09-05-08_1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored at the ghetto park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh50DM2uzI/AAAAAAAAALo/mvfh70djaL4/s1600-h/09-05-08_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575701192325938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh50DM2uzI/AAAAAAAAALo/mvfh70djaL4/s320/09-05-08_1540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to watch a movie on my laptop in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh50LC4gAI/AAAAAAAAALw/m8eDvTPqQ-M/s1600-h/09-05-08_1548.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh50Q2qC_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/WsyV2uO5D7A/s1600-h/09-05-08_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575704857316338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh50Q2qC_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/WsyV2uO5D7A/s320/09-05-08_1612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bunch of apples! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh50UjZk-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/WHwDHBrChDc/s1600-h/09-05-08_1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575705850287074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh50UjZk-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/WHwDHBrChDc/s320/09-05-08_1634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park in the ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5kXSvQ1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/fetJOJ3GnvQ/s1600-h/09-05-08_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575431707804498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5kXSvQ1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/fetJOJ3GnvQ/s320/09-05-08_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little tree I sat under on my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5kmXxFKI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q0w_jAlimOM/s1600-h/09-05-08_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575435755426978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5kmXxFKI/AAAAAAAAALI/Q0w_jAlimOM/s320/09-05-08_1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this book at the dollar store. Let's just say I got ripped off haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6LkafuiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8ultpnWXM9I/s1600-h/09-05-08_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576105244899874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6LkafuiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8ultpnWXM9I/s320/09-05-08_1645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart pretty much became my second home for the weekend haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6Lgm0QaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_gJKpjMv0Z0/s1600-h/09-05-08_1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576104222835106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6Lgm0QaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_gJKpjMv0Z0/s320/09-05-08_1758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in my car like a hobo! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6L0JuIII/AAAAAAAAAMY/AvEXxl_-FoA/s1600-h/09-05-08_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576109469507714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6L0JuIII/AAAAAAAAAMY/AvEXxl_-FoA/s320/09-05-08_1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried reading the dollar book...I ended up sleeping cause it sucked that much ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6L4A9xMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IME9lB1D44A/s1600-h/09-05-08_1812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576110506525890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6L4A9xMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IME9lB1D44A/s320/09-05-08_1812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6MOJ4beI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MgkVoPYr2SA/s1600-h/09-05-08_1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576116449504738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6MOJ4beI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MgkVoPYr2SA/s320/09-05-08_1813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mascara on my visor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PARENTS CAME TO THE RESCUE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6dJHeDJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IKhrusb7KvQ/s1600-h/09-05-08_1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576407154986130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6dJHeDJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IKhrusb7KvQ/s320/09-05-08_1927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we packed just about everything in my parents car, it was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6dZ92ldI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vZA_ScdJrFw/s1600-h/09-05-08_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576411678053842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6dZ92ldI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vZA_ScdJrFw/s320/09-05-08_1928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving...woooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6dibmVII/AAAAAAAAANI/OWLR35cJHt4/s1600-h/09-05-08_2157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576413950301314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6dibmVII/AAAAAAAAANI/OWLR35cJHt4/s320/09-05-08_2157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truckkkkkkkkks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6dz00k5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/LJYSW07ILKI/s1600-h/09-05-08_2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576418619495314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6dz00k5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/LJYSW07ILKI/s320/09-05-08_2230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat friend I met at the gas station we stopped at on the way to Rexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6ddpJffI/AAAAAAAAANA/U23VkLbR6Lw/s1600-h/09-05-08_2044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576412664954354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh6ddpJffI/AAAAAAAAANA/U23VkLbR6Lw/s320/09-05-08_2044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sunset on a horrible weekend. Thank goodness for loving parents who will come to the rescue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-5277534063532306130?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/5277534063532306130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=5277534063532306130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/5277534063532306130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/5277534063532306130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-from-hell.html' title='Weekend from Hell.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SMh5EB6R9UI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oI9VyJFLQ9Q/s72-c/09-04-08_1755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-7538235176237083452</id><published>2008-09-02T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:34:24.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORST.</title><content type='html'>Packing is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you have no motivation and waaaay too much junk to pack.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm going back with more stuff than I brought home, not to mention I still have stuff in storage at my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can fit all this stuff in my room and hopefully Aimee doesn't mind me invading her space...haha oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hdgufoekadmvjfkh djrk;ldfjbkar o AH FREAK OUT! I'LL BE IN REXBURG TOMORROW WITH MY FRIENDS! YAY! and applebees soon with SKRA! WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-7538235176237083452?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/7538235176237083452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=7538235176237083452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/7538235176237083452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/7538235176237083452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/09/worst.html' title='THE WORST.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-6556908231596336482</id><published>2008-08-31T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:46:56.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are No Rules In Oklahoma.</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Okie-Poke, the boringest place in the world...well, not really, but close.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to explain unless you REALLY want...I'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ready, set, GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtv3e0OAdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PJG9upTTC8A/s1600-h/Picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905590331277778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtv3e0OAdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PJG9upTTC8A/s320/Picture+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtv3kgOruI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UmZG1S6_RXQ/s1600-h/Picture+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905591858048738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtv3kgOruI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UmZG1S6_RXQ/s320/Picture+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtv3wGB9VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PdVBprwCuJs/s1600-h/Picture+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905594969388370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtv3wGB9VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PdVBprwCuJs/s320/Picture+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtv4PgcgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CmSRlAZDRp8/s1600-h/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240905603401679458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtv4PgcgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CmSRlAZDRp8/s320/Picture+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu26a3BsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B1xT6YKioRY/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240904481049609922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu26a3BsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/B1xT6YKioRY/s320/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu3GD1PMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vNZ7w9ZGsdY/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240904484174249154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu3GD1PMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vNZ7w9ZGsdY/s320/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu3Z3_g5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/J-d5vUXBMec/s1600-h/Picture+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240904489493300114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu3Z3_g5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/J-d5vUXBMec/s320/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu3tuhQvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jjcXBudzLSU/s1600-h/Picture+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240904494822277874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu3tuhQvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jjcXBudzLSU/s320/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu3oO0yyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HwiyXFVENdY/s1600-h/Picture+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240904493347162914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtu3oO0yyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HwiyXFVENdY/s320/Picture+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttuKnQdBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-47I1oUBsPE/s1600-h/IMG_1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240903231266124818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttuKnQdBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-47I1oUBsPE/s320/IMG_1917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttuWrE1gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sOP0YC5ohNI/s1600-h/IMG_1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240903234503366146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttuWrE1gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sOP0YC5ohNI/s320/IMG_1946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttu22_yZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P6lmmdUxqsg/s1600-h/IMG_1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240903243143301522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttu22_yZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P6lmmdUxqsg/s320/IMG_1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttvLqeH0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/AiMx_5baY1k/s1600-h/IMG_1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240903248727908162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttvLqeH0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/AiMx_5baY1k/s320/IMG_1939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttvTNtBNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HANXCUxweTA/s1600-h/natenheidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240903250754733266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLttvTNtBNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HANXCUxweTA/s320/natenheidi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I'm next in line to get hitched. This should be interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-6556908231596336482?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/6556908231596336482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=6556908231596336482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6556908231596336482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6556908231596336482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-no-rules-in-oklahoma.html' title='There Are No Rules In Oklahoma.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLtv3e0OAdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PJG9upTTC8A/s72-c/Picture+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-5362934100902721597</id><published>2008-08-28T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:02:43.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooooooooklahoma.</title><content type='html'>Oklahoma is a boring place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-5362934100902721597?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/5362934100902721597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=5362934100902721597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/5362934100902721597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/5362934100902721597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/ooooooooooklahoma.html' title='Ooooooooooklahoma.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-6967365756842598589</id><published>2008-08-27T20:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:17:16.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Monster...and me.</title><content type='html'>My beloved monster and me&lt;br /&gt;We go everywhere together&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Gets us through all kinds of weather &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will always be the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That comes between me and the awful sting&lt;br /&gt;That comes from living in a world that's so damn mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved monster is tough&lt;br /&gt;If she wants she will disrobe you&lt;br /&gt;But if you lay her down for a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Her little heart it could explode &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will always be the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That comes between me and the awful sting&lt;br /&gt;That comes from living in a world that's so damn mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-6967365756842598589?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/6967365756842598589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=6967365756842598589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6967365756842598589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6967365756842598589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-beloved-monsterand-me.html' title='My Beloved Monster...and me.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-3979809410417165188</id><published>2008-08-27T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:16:11.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bad News.</title><content type='html'>There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week &lt;br /&gt;I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything &lt;br /&gt;And the talkin' leads to touchin' &lt;br /&gt;and the touchin' leads to sex &lt;br /&gt;and then there is no mystery left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It's bad news &lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm bad news &lt;br /&gt;I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you &lt;br /&gt;but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief &lt;br /&gt;When the loneliness leads to bad dreams &lt;br /&gt;and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you &lt;br /&gt;and I call you and say "C'MERE!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's bad news &lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm bad news &lt;br /&gt;I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's bad news &lt;br /&gt;Baby it's bad news &lt;br /&gt;It's just bad news, bad news, bad news &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're just damage control &lt;br /&gt;for a walking corpse like me - like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we'll all be &lt;br /&gt;Portions for foxes &lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all be &lt;br /&gt;Portions for foxes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pretty young thing in front of you &lt;br /&gt;and she's real pretty and she's real into you &lt;br /&gt;and then she's sleepin' inside of you &lt;br /&gt;and the talkin' leads to touchin' &lt;br /&gt;then touchin' leads to sex &lt;br /&gt;and then there is no mystery left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's bad news &lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you &lt;br /&gt;I do the same thing &lt;br /&gt;I get lonely too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're bad news &lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me to leave you &lt;br /&gt;That you're bad news, bad news, bad news &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you're bad news &lt;br /&gt;Baby you're bad news&lt;br /&gt;and you're bad news &lt;br /&gt;Baby you're bad news &lt;br /&gt;and you're bad news &lt;br /&gt;I don't care I like you &lt;br /&gt;and you're bad news &lt;br /&gt;I don't care I like you &lt;br /&gt;I like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-3979809410417165188?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-7756319261548740414</id><published>2008-08-27T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:54:54.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K.C.D.A.</title><content type='html'>So today was my last day of work! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Rexburg is only a week away!&lt;br /&gt;At work I am usually a prisoner to my mind so I have lots of time to think.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking about blogging (haha) and thought of a few ideas to blog about so I wrote myself a note.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I don't know what my notes mean! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Something about "the theme of my life" and "remembering" and "real vs. fiction"&lt;br /&gt;I don't knowwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wel.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Nate gets married this weekend...we fly out in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;Whoopdie doo.&lt;br /&gt;Kay I'm bored now, and I must pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! HERE'S MY FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLYhcVoGOjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dmekSCtvg2U/s1600-h/08-27-08_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239411987217529394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLYhcVoGOjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dmekSCtvg2U/s320/08-27-08_2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLYgVfU8-MI/AAAAAAAAADo/7N_E6YLoB9g/s1600-h/08-27-08_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLYgVoeqHdI/AAAAAAAAADw/Mf1rnr0Xf5A/s1600-h/08-23-08_1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239410772507499986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLYgVoeqHdI/AAAAAAAAADw/Mf1rnr0Xf5A/s320/08-23-08_1553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLYgVpnYu2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/mYkq3tRJa2Q/s1600-h/08-27-08_1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239410772812544866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLYgVpnYu2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/mYkq3tRJa2Q/s320/08-27-08_1408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-7756319261548740414?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/7756319261548740414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=7756319261548740414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/7756319261548740414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/7756319261548740414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/kcda.html' title='K.C.D.A.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLYhcVoGOjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dmekSCtvg2U/s72-c/08-27-08_2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-8745857293833357334</id><published>2008-08-27T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:10:41.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mikey.</title><content type='html'>My mom said to me the other night.&lt;br /&gt;"you should marry Michael Phelps. He's A.D.H.D and he's writing a book! you'd be perfect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.squarehippies.com/images/phelps/michael_phelps2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, he is hott, look at that bod!&lt;br /&gt;yummmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-8745857293833357334?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/8745857293833357334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=8745857293833357334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8745857293833357334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8745857293833357334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mikey.html' title='My Mikey.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-3901393997231440692</id><published>2008-08-27T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:08:04.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The War Of My Heart.</title><content type='html'>I got a letter from Jordon last night.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from him since May.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I'm beginning to think that maybe he's not the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;This whole time I've been thinking "Oh, I'm probably going to marry Jordon." But now I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been so sure that he could possibly be it, once we tried.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be holding back a lot in his letters, and being a stupid boy.&lt;br /&gt;It could just be the missionary in him, or it could just be his changing personality.&lt;br /&gt;I think somewhere along the way I may have built him up in my mind a bit. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could serious find someone, anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Well not just anyone, you know what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;I meet random people almost every day; whether it's myspace, facebook, work, on the streets, at parties, through friends, you name it!&lt;br /&gt;They tell me I'm pretty, that I have a great smile, my personality is so amazing and vast. If they're girls I usually get the response "if you were a boy I'd marry you"..or.."why can't you just be a boy." And yet, I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i bring it upon myself. I could totally see myself loving the boys I meet, but I wouldn't have reached my full potential. I want my dream guy, and usually those people are lacking. Lacking in something, that sparkle, that shine.&lt;br /&gt;And so I guard myself, hiding my heart because without that sparkle, what's the point. I know it won't go anywhere...so I don't even try.&lt;br /&gt;ahdsjkol,mb ndfsioajoklfjdi dspaiois dffjdfsaokdfapoidoaisd ijsdfaod LIFE IS HARD AND COMPLICATED DANG IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am waaaay too picky. i cause myself to be lonely. its all my fault. ohh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-3901393997231440692?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/3901393997231440692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=3901393997231440692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/3901393997231440692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/3901393997231440692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/war-of-my-heart.html' title='The War Of My Heart.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-7693159438525994575</id><published>2008-08-26T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:19:12.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion Don't Matter.</title><content type='html'>I watched a Muslim girl pray today.&lt;br /&gt;Not in a creepy "what is she doing!" way, but just a simple wishing to be that devoted to a God type of way.&lt;br /&gt;I work with bunch of Muslims and honestly, they are super cool and super nice and super funny.&lt;br /&gt;In high school I was always afraid of them. Mostly because my best friend liked to pick fights with people and those girls usually were the ones she would talk trash about to provoke.&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to realize now, that they are just human beings like the rest of us. Just because they dress a little bit different doesn't make them anymore monsters than a kitten.&lt;br /&gt;I actually think it's sorta cool that their religion is so important to them that they aren't afraid to stand out amoung a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;I guess in a way they are similar to us latter-day saints.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the prayer only lasted a few minutes and it was so cool. She just merely kneeled down in the corner of the room and did her thing then got up like nothing happened, like it wasn't strange or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I've been distracted and I've forgotten where I wanted to go with this, but I guess to some it up, I'm jealous of the devotion Muslims have to their religion and that they are okay in my Book. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-7693159438525994575?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/7693159438525994575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=7693159438525994575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/7693159438525994575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/7693159438525994575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/religion-dont-matter.html' title='Religion Don&apos;t Matter.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-2745769511137208162</id><published>2008-08-23T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:22:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Seattle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1012/911257281_69bbb49daf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true. No matter how much my life isn't here anymore, I will always love Seattle and keep a special place in my heart for it. It's just a cool town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, and I went downtown today, after I went to work for a bit, to go to 'Summerfest'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, though, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went tried to go to Ivar's on the pier to eat lunch but they raised their prices from like 5 or 6 bucks for fish and chips to like 9! Way to rich for our blood. So we walked up the street to our favorite little hole-in-the-wall Thai resturant and ate there, delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way up to the festival, or lack there of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have kind of a small street fair in the plaza in the heart of downtown and there are usually some really cool sand sculptures there. But this year, well, sucked. I've seen pictures of previous years and they were WAAAY more amazing than this year's. Here's the best one...and honestly this can't even compare to the ones from previous years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLDrwaeJWjI/AAAAAAAAADY/gstMKbFBwfE/s1600-h/sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237945583603898930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLDrwaeJWjI/AAAAAAAAADY/gstMKbFBwfE/s320/sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is supposed to be all one photo but the sculpture was so large i had to take several)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the dissapointment of 'Summerfest' we began walking down toward the waterfront where we were parked and we decided to walk through Pike's Place Market on the way. I love Pike's Place, it's such an interesting place to go, though it's always crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="275" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/81/Pike-place-market.jpg/800px-Pike-place-market.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="291" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/41/74012324_5475159128.jpg?v=0" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the corners outside the market there was this street performer, he was so cool. He was hula-hooping, while playing his guitar, singing, playing his harmonica, dancing/twirling, and he also had jingly-clacky noise maker things on his shoes! It was insane! You don't see that every day! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLDu5WqN_nI/AAAAAAAAADg/eCQurbVUR60/s1600-h/entertainer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237949035734498930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLDu5WqN_nI/AAAAAAAAADg/eCQurbVUR60/s320/entertainer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well dispite the dissapointment of 'Summerfest' it is always entertaining to visit downtown Seattle. With all the crazy people, random events, and livelihood of such a unique city, you'll never know what to expect. It's never boring that's for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-2745769511137208162?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/2745769511137208162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=2745769511137208162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2745769511137208162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2745769511137208162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-seattle.html' title='I Love Seattle.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SLDrwaeJWjI/AAAAAAAAADY/gstMKbFBwfE/s72-c/sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-8810837757727932228</id><published>2008-08-21T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:53:44.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Allergy To Consciousness.</title><content type='html'>-I promised Stacie a new post.&lt;br /&gt;-So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;-5 days of work left. Plus 1 day of over time on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;-A week til the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm excited for school.&lt;br /&gt;-Not for homework.&lt;br /&gt;-My mom and I are writting a book together.&lt;br /&gt;-It's pretty epic so far.&lt;br /&gt;-But sadly, because of its complicated plot, it's going to take like 5 years to write.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm determined to lose like 30 pounds by next June, we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;-It's going prett good so far, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss having a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;-Or friends in general.&lt;br /&gt;-I need to get back to Rexburg ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;-All ABBA songs are now offically our family's theme songs, according to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;-We're learning all the words to "Dancing Queen".&lt;br /&gt;-It's funny.&lt;br /&gt;-Okay I think that is it for now.&lt;br /&gt;-Love you bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-8810837757727932228?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/8810837757727932228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=8810837757727932228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8810837757727932228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8810837757727932228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/allergy-to-consciousness.html' title='An Allergy To Consciousness.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-2890326682555696416</id><published>2008-08-20T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:01:00.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics.</title><content type='html'>yes, yes, they are finally here....and out of order, because, well, blogger is the worst place in the entire world to upload and post your pictures to, it took for ever and it's out of order, and it's late, and I have to work in the morning, and I just plainly don't care. so....here's some of my summer so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzlkMPw6YI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ut_3f_HzvfQ/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236812876650441090" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzlkMPw6YI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ut_3f_HzvfQ/s320/Picture+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is scotty wakeboarding at the lake in seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzlkbcZ1yI/AAAAAAAAADI/4AD5gUjISv0/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236812880729986850" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzlkbcZ1yI/AAAAAAAAADI/4AD5gUjISv0/s320/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and chace doing a flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzlkrhNkaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f-O3FPOSVXE/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236812885045121442" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzlkrhNkaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f-O3FPOSVXE/s320/P1010147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; laura and matt got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkicSMyFI/AAAAAAAAACY/xfulM7XddDQ/s1600-h/P1070041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236811747084257362" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkicSMyFI/AAAAAAAAACY/xfulM7XddDQ/s320/P1070041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chace and i on the ferry crossing the Pudget Sound to Bainbridge Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkihn1puI/AAAAAAAAACg/ktrkTWeFwH4/s1600-h/P1070047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236811748517193442" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkihn1puI/AAAAAAAAACg/ktrkTWeFwH4/s320/P1070047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Rivka too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkjHMdReI/AAAAAAAAACo/b8Qo_CXd5Lo/s1600-h/P1070050000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236811758602896866" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkjHMdReI/AAAAAAAAACo/b8Qo_CXd5Lo/s320/P1070050000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the view from the ferry, pretty huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkjRjKGoI/AAAAAAAAACw/cr33ryygJxk/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236811761382464130" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkjRjKGoI/AAAAAAAAACw/cr33ryygJxk/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chace wakeboarding more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkjrnRMuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zWe7Mhr9Gzw/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236811768379028194" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzkjrnRMuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zWe7Mhr9Gzw/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Nate doing a flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzjgwfcvII/AAAAAAAAABw/SgCp4KwTWr0/s1600-h/vhjkm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236810618637171842" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzjgwfcvII/AAAAAAAAABw/SgCp4KwTWr0/s320/vhjkm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; laura and i at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzjhMDHQSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Y70tN-hnPvk/s1600-h/P1060891.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzjhqhtU-I/AAAAAAAAACA/5A3OfV1QtKY/s1600-h/P1060909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236810634215904226" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzjhqhtU-I/AAAAAAAAACA/5A3OfV1QtKY/s320/P1060909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the big tree we used to go to a lot when we were little, it's seriously HUGE and it survived a giant fire a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzjiEVBbNI/AAAAAAAAACI/VcWvCoWNM78/s1600-h/P1060912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236810641142017234" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzjiEVBbNI/AAAAAAAAACI/VcWvCoWNM78/s320/P1060912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see how big it is!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzjimkr2iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WRkW_2hZmOs/s1600-h/P1070019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236810650334517794" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzjimkr2iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WRkW_2hZmOs/s320/P1070019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the Thai resturant we like to go to in downtown seattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh54U5HTI/AAAAAAAAABI/JFJxOzL7Br8/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236808851213851954" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh54U5HTI/AAAAAAAAABI/JFJxOzL7Br8/s320/IMG_0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my favorite people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh69kKwdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vzdaPzJi-vw/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236808869799969234" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh69kKwdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vzdaPzJi-vw/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some sunsets at the dunes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh7PSleSI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z3x-Puv3bG8/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236808874558060834" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh7PSleSI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z3x-Puv3bG8/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rauland, my/stacie's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh7ek60jI/AAAAAAAAABg/hCmsHYEvOHE/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236808878661489202" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh7ek60jI/AAAAAAAAABg/hCmsHYEvOHE/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sobe bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh78ftl0I/AAAAAAAAABo/8lXxrCoWpIo/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236808886692714306" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzh78ftl0I/AAAAAAAAABo/8lXxrCoWpIo/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ashley getting sand in her pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgJTlTfmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/O5oG_rsFFU8/s1600-h/IMG_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236806917205229154" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgJTlTfmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/O5oG_rsFFU8/s320/IMG_1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; scotty graduating high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgJ4HGSJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/10QUDGP7iVQ/s1600-h/IMGP0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236806927010646162" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgJ4HGSJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/10QUDGP7iVQ/s320/IMGP0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me being a gangsta at ali's in provo, getting ready to go to the club that we never could find...sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgKJeyQGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MZy0kj1h7h0/s1600-h/IMGP0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236806931673399394" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgKJeyQGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MZy0kj1h7h0/s320/IMGP0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we so hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgKaGF6xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GcaE4iSvDHI/s1600-h/P1010379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236806936133233426" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgKaGF6xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GcaE4iSvDHI/s320/P1010379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I MISS MY JEDI BRAID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgKzj1loI/AAAAAAAAABA/meWzs0XAH_E/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236806942968878722" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzgKzj1loI/AAAAAAAAABA/meWzs0XAH_E/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dune jumping fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzdWkOFbQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jaIx8nfqzp8/s1600-h/IMG_1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236803846474657026" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzdWkOFbQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jaIx8nfqzp8/s320/IMG_1264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nate and heidi will be getting married the 30th of august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-2890326682555696416?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/2890326682555696416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=2890326682555696416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2890326682555696416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2890326682555696416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-pics.html' title='Some Pics.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vvPbFntAgM/SKzlkMPw6YI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ut_3f_HzvfQ/s72-c/Picture+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-1271268856265284396</id><published>2008-08-20T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:50:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List.</title><content type='html'>1. It's 4;46 am. I have to go to work in an hour. Boooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom and I saw Mama Mia last night. It's the most amazing awful movie you will ever see. Good for a laugh though for sure.&lt;br /&gt;3. Also, for some reason she wants me to start writing a story. So last night, as we sat on the floor in her bedroom, we started coming up with a plot. So far, it's actually pretty good. Just have to work out the details.&lt;br /&gt;4. I promise, promise, promise to update with pictures and whatnots of my summer either tonight or by Sunday, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nate's last night here is tonight. He get married next week! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;6. Scott is starting to get ready for his first semester at school...how cute! hhahah.&lt;br /&gt;7. I start work at school on the 4th, boooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;8. I haven't heard from ANY of my missionaries since like May. SAD!&lt;br /&gt;9. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;10. Time to start getting ready for work, yippee...that was sarcasm if you didn't heard the tone in my "yippee".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-1271268856265284396?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/1271268856265284396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=1271268856265284396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/1271268856265284396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/1271268856265284396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/list.html' title='List.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-2769281506937922188</id><published>2008-08-17T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:19:15.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>I was going to update.&lt;br /&gt;but then I got bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was going to post pictures, but it takes too long...and now my motivation to update it gone. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-2769281506937922188?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/2769281506937922188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=2769281506937922188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2769281506937922188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2769281506937922188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-8773996221054352896</id><published>2008-08-13T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:25:49.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never, Never</title><content type='html'>There are certain times when I'm browsing old pictures or wandering around on facebook when I think to myself, "Man, I wish I was like this again." meaning, like my old self again. I remember how much I didn't care what people thought about me and I did pretty much whatever I felt like because of it. Now, I'm not saying that people's opinions control my every step nowadays, but little tidbits of society's opinion of what is acceptable has finally seeped into my little brain after all these years and as a result, the new me. I don't necesscarily hate the "new me" and I don't think I'd really even say it's "new" more like a "revised version of the me." Yes, yes. But, still, anyways, as I was saying, some times I just wish I could go back and have the same mentallity I once had. But then again I would probably have the same friends I once had and the same issues I once had too and the world would probably be a darker place because of it all (my sunshine definately brightens things up of course...hah). I think it's human nature want to stay the same and never change, but some times you just have to. It's part of growing up. It's part of life. And life is tought some times. But in all honesty, "the revised version of the me" is way cooler than the old me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-8773996221054352896?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/8773996221054352896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=8773996221054352896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8773996221054352896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8773996221054352896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-never.html' title='Never, Never'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-5867751637820596255</id><published>2008-08-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:28:45.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portions Of Foxes</title><content type='html'>I keep saying I will soon update with important things such as pictures and whatnots soon, but I am feeling very lazy this 7 week break and have no motivation to do such things in the near future so I guess the pictures and memories are for my eyes only until other wise told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I downloaded a bunch of music since being home (0kay not a bunch but a decent amount) mostly more of the bands I currently am in love with and a few others I found during some of my internet adventures in browsing random places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few bands I'm REALLY into at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;Rilo Kiley (of course...they're my fav!)&lt;br /&gt;Of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Frou Frou&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Day&lt;br /&gt;The Eels&lt;br /&gt;Sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some I'm currently getting more into:&lt;br /&gt;The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;Neutral Hotel Milk&lt;br /&gt;Mates of State&lt;br /&gt;The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene&lt;br /&gt;Badly Drawn Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just to name a few...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;I love music.&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been thinking about writing songs again, but laziness keeps seeping into my life at the moment so I don't know if that will happen soon or not, we shall see...&lt;div 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Foxes'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-6745377387983684300</id><published>2008-08-09T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:35:53.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>i need a new best friend. it seems like having a best friend makes me more sane or something. maybe its the fact that i focus on them instead of myself. but i like it that way. id rather be figuring out their problems and their life, rather than my own. or atleast i think i need someone to share my problems with so that they dont keep bottled up inside me like they are right now cause im about to explode. and its not that i have real bad problems, just saying certain things aloud helps relieve my anxiety over it all. like logan and traci going on a date the other night. what the...even though i dont like logan the way he likes(liked?) me, i almost feel jealous about it cause he asked her out instead of me, but i guess thats what i get for rejecting him, now traci on the other hand, what was he thinking!? he could do so much better than her...but whatev i guess, i knew it was coming anyways thanks to good old facebook keeping me informed on such things haha. its weird, reading conversations between people i was once really good friends with and aren't anymore, i get sad and long to be their good friends again and then i remember the reasons why im not that good of friends with them anymore...i guess thats what growing up and progressing in life does to you. its hard sometimes. but oh well..Also, John has a new girlfriend. And while I'm so happy for him and totally think she will be "the one" and really good for him, I just miss having my best friend there all the time, ready at any moment to come to my rescue and keep be entertained. i know i failed on that relationship and it sucks. it was all completely my fault that we aren't even friends any more and i hate that. i wish i could have told him everything that was going on. i knew he liked me, even when i was dating his brother. i knew he liked me after it as well, and yet i still continued to lead him on while being his best friend. as much as i miss that relationship, it was a lot of work and hassel to be honest. so i guess with everything in life there is a push and pull in some aspect. on one hand i miss john's friendship, on the other hand i'm relieved i don't have that anxiety anymore. speaking of anxiety, whitney called me the other night at like 1am. it was only like a one mintue conversation but nonetheless it was both good to hear from her but also worrisome (as always). she called crying and apologizing for dissappearing from everyone for a few months. i told her i was worried and that its good to hear from her and that i wanted to see her while i was home, but then something happened (in the background i think) she panicked and then said she had to go and hung up on me. i really wish i knew what was going on in her life. there is so much i want to say to her and so much i wish she'd tell me. sigh, life is crazy. people are crazy. yet, i still love it. and them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-6745377387983684300?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/6745377387983684300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=6745377387983684300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6745377387983684300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6745377387983684300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-8178538654922759392</id><published>2008-08-04T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:54:18.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merrie Melodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stumbled upon this tonight, thought it was fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Go to &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Go to Random quotations: &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Go to flickr's "explore the last seven days" &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put it all together, that's your debut album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name - Merrie Melodies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Album - "it does not exist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2722281521_abd49e02f5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2722281521_abd49e02f5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was fun though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-8178538654922759392?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/8178538654922759392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=8178538654922759392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8178538654922759392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8178538654922759392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/merrie-melodies.html' title='Merrie Melodies'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2722281521_abd49e02f5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-5916648306435889916</id><published>2008-08-02T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:54:09.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am officially going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-5916648306435889916?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/5916648306435889916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=5916648306435889916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/5916648306435889916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/5916648306435889916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-officially-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-8949894132297475873</id><published>2008-07-28T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:11:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>I will update with photos and stuff from summer semester some time eventually...when I get time or the energy.&lt;br /&gt;No worrries.&lt;br /&gt;I just killed a moth on accident that landed on my keyboard. oops.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I need to start working on my portfolio and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;Kay love you bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-8949894132297475873?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/8949894132297475873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=8949894132297475873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8949894132297475873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/8949894132297475873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/07/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-5402961620872384437</id><published>2008-07-27T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:28:59.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now I'm just WOWing at EVERYTHING, cause I've decided I'm just well, kind of stupid. I was just thinking about the past two years and all the friends that have come and went and stayed and I'm all "WOW...I don't get it." All the anxiety, all the issues, all the tension put forth into those friends that have moved on with their lives, even after I've stopped being their friends totally wasn't worth my feelings and thoughts. No matter what I usually tend to never stop loving people, I get so attached to people despite everything that goes on. It's seriously a disease. Also another thing is it's very easy for me to make friends. I will know someone for five minutes and they will have already basically told me their whole life story, it's crazy and some times I sorta like it, but nonetheless, once they've moved on from me I sort of stand still, still investing in a broken relationship, hoping some how things will go back, but they never do. So right now I'm just in awe of how dumb that is of me to do. I put myself through "mental Hell" with anxiety, racing thoughts, worry, amoung other things wishing those friends would enter into my life. Most of the time it isn't even me (unless unintentional) who gives up on the relationship, I think I can only think of 2 people where I have intentionally given up, but for good reasons. It makes me sad though because of the way I handled those relationships and I wish I still had them around, but because of things said/not said and things done/not done, I know that will never be the case and I'm left alone with my choices. However, for those failed friendships, to where I have no clue why I am not friends (or good friends) with those people anymore, it makes me ache for them. I love just about everyone, even if I don't always show it. I just wish people could see how much I love them. If I could I would hug every person I walk past, one by one, and show them how much I want to care for them all. Sounds silly I know, but I totally would hahah. I don't know, I was just thinking about all this today and decided to write about it for a bit. I wish I could stop thinking about all the friends I had or could have had, but I am lucky for the ones I currently have and hopeful for the furture ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-5402961620872384437?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/5402961620872384437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=5402961620872384437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/5402961620872384437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/5402961620872384437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='WOW.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-6674150987332820060</id><published>2008-07-10T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:30:57.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget, forget, forgeting, I need to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Runaway, move on, escape from the past.&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me insane and I need to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never coming back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-6674150987332820060?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/6674150987332820060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=6674150987332820060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6674150987332820060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6674150987332820060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/07/forget-forget-forgeting-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-4667004168882127529</id><published>2008-07-10T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:22:19.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Crazy.</title><content type='html'>Okay Okay Okay! I know I'm horrible at updating this blog! Get off my back already!&lt;br /&gt;School is winding down and there is much to do! Everything is whizzing by in a blur. I'm still trying to figure things out with my life and it is HARD. I think I may want to just take some time off from school for a bit and just work. I don't know, it seems like the loser way out of this situation but atleast I wouldn't be wasting time or money. The thing is that when I'm out of school I feel like I'm wasting my life and getting stupider by th emoment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the funds to travel. i would love to go to somewhere sweet and journey around trying to figure out life. My friend Whitney from school is going to China to teach english. I think that would be so rad. I'm jealous. I would love to do something like that! But alas, lack of motivation/money/determination keeps me from achieveing things I would like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working out more lately. Soon I'll have my new hott body ahha! My goal is to be at 150 by next June so in a year I hope to look like a totally new person. That will be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;As of now I'm just focusing on finishing this semester and forcing myself to spend the millions of hours its going to take me to put together my final projects. Whoopie. Sigh. I need this semester to be over with. I need a break, I need to start fresh. I need a lot of things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-4667004168882127529?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/4667004168882127529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=4667004168882127529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/4667004168882127529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/4667004168882127529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-okay-okay-i-know-im-horrible-at.html' title='Life is Crazy.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-3048664902574240780</id><published>2008-06-22T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:23:52.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fri-Ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss having friends. Like really good friends. Not ones that are just there but ones that are &lt;em&gt;friends.&lt;/em&gt; The kind of people you can do random crazy things with, laugh until you pee, share deep dark things with, smile, have fun, be yourself with type of friends. I miss that so much. I don't think I've had that in some time now. I've been sort of guarding my heart and I hate it. I want to let people in, I want to show people the real me, but for one reason or another it just isn't happening for the moment. Whenever I log into facebook I keep see all these things that are happening with the friends I once knew and it makes me miss them, it makes me miss what was once had and will never happen again because of things said or done or not said or not done. So sad. Maybe next semester with me moving to a new apartment place with new classes and new everything something will change or something will happen and I will find people who need someone like me around. I sure hope so, or else this is going to be a long year. Like the 113 boys from my first semester at school. They're all on missions right now. But Jordon comes home from South Korea in a year. And I think I might still have feelings for him. I know he needs me in his life, I just hate waiting. I'm so impaitent. I'm so antzy for the future. I want everything now now now! I wish I could be like I used to be an just stay calm and wait it out, knowing things will happen when the time is right. Man, I sure have changed in the past year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-3048664902574240780?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/3048664902574240780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=3048664902574240780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/3048664902574240780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/3048664902574240780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-having-friends.html' title='Fri-Ends.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-2346218336268445884</id><published>2008-06-11T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:24:10.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogblog BLOG</title><content type='html'>Man, I suck at this whole blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking aboutt maybe making this thing into a sort of collage of my life of sorts or a place to post snippets of this story I want to write. I honestly don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I leave to fly back home for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Seattle here I come!&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited. As much as I love Rexburg, I need out. Everything is getting on my nerves this semester, even myself. But as of today, I feel somewhat normal...well as normal as I can get. I pretty much vented everything to Laura last night and it felt good. I hope she doesn't think I hate her, she says she doesn't but not everyone tells the truth. I should never live with someone I know, it's a bad combination.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, so I suck at this but I'm going to try to post maybe once a week...or so, no promises! haha. I'll figure things out, don't worry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-2346218336268445884?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/2346218336268445884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=2346218336268445884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2346218336268445884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2346218336268445884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/06/man-i-suck-at-this-whole-blog-thing.html' title='Blogblog BLOG'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-2979436263865378039</id><published>2008-05-22T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:25:22.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage in 2 weeks?</title><content type='html'>I generally like people...&lt;br /&gt;that is until they fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;It seems like whenever I get a best friend they always seem to leave me for a boy. Not that there is anything wrong with that, I'd do the same thing for the most part, but I just wish I could find a good friend that's a girl that won't leave me. Bros before hos sorta deal...&lt;br /&gt;It's just frustrating to be best friends with someone who is going to get married soon. Someone who is attached to the hip of someone else. It's like I've been replaced. Again.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps talking about everything that's going on in her life and now I don't even give a crap. I don't get it. Before I was replaced I was always interested in what she had to say but now it's just like I want her to shut the hell up and get married and go away already.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just frustrating and I wish she knew how I am feeling about the whole thing but I don't think she gets it because she's never been through it herself.&lt;br /&gt;School is driving me nuts. Is graphic design really my thing? I'm not very good at it but maybe I just lack determination and motivation. I know I have it in me I just don't know how to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could figure out my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what was going to happen. UGh.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew if I was ever going to find the one.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had good friends again.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I felt normal again.&lt;br /&gt;I wish too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-2979436263865378039?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/2979436263865378039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=2979436263865378039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2979436263865378039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2979436263865378039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-like-im-going-crazy-it-seems.html' title='Marriage in 2 weeks?'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-2818673609050378896</id><published>2008-05-21T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:24:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallmark Stalkers.</title><content type='html'>To: Human resources, Hallmark Cards&lt;br /&gt;Re: Only sixteen shopping days left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking the time to review my resume. I haven’t got any experience with greeting cards or with graphic design. But this morning it occurred to me that you need a new holiday. Mother’s day is fine, but some of us have lost our mothers. Not everyone has someone share their life with, Hallmark. But we all have one thing in common. We all have strangers on the edges of our lives. We can all be secret admirers. Look around the next time you’re at the mall. Or look online. Social networking sites. The Internet is full of people to secretly admire. There’s a girl who makes detailed maps of her neighbourhood and she knows a boy who hates Allen Ginsberg - except for one line that he thinks is perfect. He has crooked eyes and takes all these pictures of balls bouncing. That is his obsession, bouncing rubber balls. He knows a girl who, in every picture, is pulling her shirt up to show off her belly. She's all like, "What's up? A camera? Yeah yeah. Let me get my belly out." She looks so happy just to be here. She knows a trashy girl in a tank top, wearing a little too much makeup, out drinking with her sorority friends in every picture. She has bleached blonde hair and only one interest. Carnival of Souls (1962). What ever happened to secret admirers? Are they just stalkers now? If you notice someone, if you pay too much attention, that's weird. All of a sudden you're that guy who sits on the bench in the mall, right in front of the store where she works and stares inside all day. Or, worse, you're the guy who keeps going in. The guy with the Orange Julius who keeps saying, "I'm just browsing." But I love writing notes to strangers. "You have the best laugh I have ever heard. The only thing I know about you is that you work with maps and you always take the second straw from the dispenser - I do that too!" And I don’t think I’m alone, Hallmark. International Stalker Day. I have to go decorate my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Comeau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-2818673609050378896?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/2818673609050378896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=2818673609050378896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2818673609050378896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/2818673609050378896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-human-resources-hallmark-cards-re.html' title='Hallmark Stalkers.'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2538697435065678302.post-6981845147374946295</id><published>2008-05-13T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:04:32.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new seed</title><content type='html'>First of all, welcome to all who have happened to stumble across my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a blog since I was in the 7th grade over at livejournal.com but I have recently decided to rebirth and travel over here to blogger.com.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, without further adieu, Hello! My name is Katie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me and that's all that I need to be. I am doing this blog for myself and no one else. If there happens to be people who read my blog, good for them and I hope that we can become friends, but as for now you can just think of me as that girl on the internet...that is if we don't know each other via real life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I should explain the title of my blog. Many people have asked me about it because it has been my screen name for several sites. We Are Satellites. It basically is an insight to us as human beings. We all revolve around certain things, much like satellites revolve around the Earth. For a while I had the screen name Experiment With Hype, but that was during my highschool-figuring out life stage of life. It wasn't until I turned 19 that I figured some things out and decided to retire that name and move on to We Are Satellites. We really are. We revolve around people, products, life-styles, objects, knowledge, life.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should say a bit about myself as a people before I close this entry.&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm 19-turning 20 in June.&lt;br /&gt;2. I attend BYU-Idaho (yes, that is that Mormon college and yes, I am Mormon)&lt;br /&gt;3. Just because I'm Mormon doesn't mean that I am all the assumptions that come with it.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am an art major emphasising in graphic design.&lt;br /&gt;5. Generally I am a real person, I tell it like it is...but I still love everyone for who they are and accept their life choices.&lt;br /&gt;6. Just beacuse I believe something doesn't mean everyone should as well. My opinions are my own based souly on what I think and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't talk much about politics.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am not picky, I just know what I like and just because I say I hate something doesn't mean I stay away from it (aka I hate steak but occasionally I will eat it.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Hugs are my favorite thing in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 10. I am loud and random and think weird things...so just accept for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Okay! So I'm very excited about this blog. 1 2 3 GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2538697435065678302-6981845147374946295?l=wearesatellites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/feeds/6981845147374946295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2538697435065678302&amp;postID=6981845147374946295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6981845147374946295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2538697435065678302/posts/default/6981845147374946295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearesatellites.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-seed.html' title='a new seed'/><author><name>katiewilcoxson</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
