<?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-1572690505217073584</id><updated>2011-11-20T13:58:48.453-08:00</updated><category term='JenniferJChung'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>a lost cause</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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moment. not because i'm sad or because things aren't good. but because i don't feel comfortable. i'm not very comfortable with any aspect of my life completely. there's always some kind of hindrance, or just a  general problem which prevents life running smoothly. okay okay, i know it's just 'life' and it's got it's ups and downs right? but i mean, it's not like that. i don't feel like i'm going anywhere. the paths i lay out for myself i'm just too pussy to go down, or i'll make excuses so that i don't have to take the first step. this usually results in my mundane life, in which i repeat the same routine of denial, regret and procrastination day in, day out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fed uppppp bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;i'd walk to you if i had no other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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cars.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7020289513220200862</id><published>2011-06-03T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:26:23.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe, say you will..</title><content type='html'>good evening blogger :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm not sure of the exact reason that i'm blogging at 1am, but that's okay because i'm in the 'zone'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over the past few days i think i've learnt more about myself than in a long long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'm finally starting to accept the situation as it is. people are going to be utter wankers, but the ones that mean the most will make sure they remain in your life, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think all of the effort i have been putting into relationships isn't necessary for the ones that really do matter. because that's what the perfect relationship should be right? &lt;i&gt;effortless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean i'm not saying it should be easy, it's never easy. but i've come to realise that all of the most important people will never ever judge you. no matter what you say or do. and amidst all of the worrying and effort i've been putting into some relationships, i seem to have forgotten that the most precious people in my life are the ones that are &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; there, and always love me, no matter what the circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so for those of you who read my blog, or who play an active part in my life, i just wanted to say &lt;i&gt;thank you&lt;/i&gt;. in fact, even if you don't read my blog, i just like to get it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm probably one of the hardest people to understand, i'll only ever give you half the story, and then the other half you'll have to just 'get'. and it's those people that 'get' me, and are patient with me every single day that i could not live without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while walking around bristol, i came to realise that there really are bigger things than meet the eye. and although life throws a million fucking problems at us (usually all at once), tomorrow will always be better, and brighter, and sunnier, and if not? the day after that will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really determined now, more than ever, to make something of myself.&lt;b&gt; if i could even change ONE person's life&lt;/b&gt;, maybe just in the smallest of ways, that will be enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to make a difference. a real difference. to anyone, or everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm ready. so c'mon world, throw this shit at me.&lt;i&gt; i'm ready for anything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) it's been a great couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kat.&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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;it must have been for a cause our lives have so many doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7020289513220200862?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7020289513220200862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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i'm tired of most of the people in my life, who tend to either just make snap judgements, or dip in and out of my life at their discretion. instead this half term has been pretty self reflective so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been pondering over university prospectus' and pretty much the 'goals' in my life again. which probably isn't the best idea because that always makes me feel like an idiot for not working and being a fuckwit while everyone works their asses off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying that, i'm so excited for university and for driving (i finally booked my test!). i can't wait to be able to escape. i just want to live every moment to the complete maximum. i'm fed up of dwelling on situations, i just want someone to spend every moment with, stand by my side through everything y'know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got some amazing friends. there's only a few, but they're beautiful. i think i need to start living for these moments rather than waiting for things to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet while i sit here blogging away, i can't help thinking that something's missing. :( i hope this feeling doesn't last long. fuckfuckfuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;'what if you should decide that you don't want me there in your life?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4985655354918174776?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4985655354918174776/comments/default' 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lately about life, like the deep rooted fucker i am, and i've come to the conclusion that i need to take it easy. i swear i put pressure upon myself and it wasn't until it all fell down on me at once, that i realised that i wasn't making any attempts to hold anything up at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really fucking thankful for everything and everyone in my life. friends, family, everything. i really do appreciate all the things i have around me, when there are people who literally have nothing. having a chat with mummy this weekend made me realise just how much time i don't spend at home, spend working, or spend actually getting to know my friends, rather than just preaching about how great we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really going to make an effort to try to understand people more, make sure i have a fucking good time, and stop taking things so seriously. i mean, afterall, life's too short right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a lovely week guys, i know i'm going to. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7842103574331911701?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7842103574331911701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2011/05/great-indoors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7842103574331911701'/><link 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i'm finished writing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the moment i'm struggling with this whole work business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that you can call it procrastination and every teen is doing it. but i genuinely do care about my grades, and somehow i just CANNOT do the work. i cannot even get up i'm so unmotivated, all i want to do it write music and play and talk to friends. it's awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to get over this seriously because it's going to kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got two days left of the holidays and i've not done a thing. not only are my lecturers going to be mad, but i'm never going to get into any uni's at this rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no fucks given because beth's coming around later and so we can forget our failed lives for atleast a few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy easter everyonneeee. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1688287220161279587?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1688287220161279587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-theres-everything-to-risk-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1688287220161279587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1688287220161279587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-theres-everything-to-risk-with.html' title='because there&apos;s everything to risk, with this.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-8731649327470287469</id><published>2011-04-21T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:43:07.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone asked me 'who the hell is she?'</title><content type='html'>lol sorry, listening to mcfly :|&lt;div&gt;wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE'S JUST A LONER WITH A SEXY ATTITUDE. yup datz me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so hellooo. i'm bored as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've done absolutely nothing in terms of college work, which is always promising considering the entry requirements for my desired universities are a's. yup well done kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's all good because i'm going out tomorrow night with a few of my favourites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love my life at the moment. it's sunny, it's happy, it's all fucking good man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lolololol what is this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've just got mcfy in the background and now i can't concentrate without jumping on my bed hahhahahahhaahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOOOOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a lovely weekend guys, i hope i will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. i fucking love my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a lot going on in my mind at the moment. i think i need a night out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-8731649327470287469?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8731649327470287469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2011/04/everyone-asked-me-who-hell-is-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8731649327470287469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8731649327470287469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2011/04/everyone-asked-me-who-hell-is-she.html' title='everyone asked me &apos;who the hell is she?&apos;'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-6160379066573580711</id><published>2011-04-20T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:33:24.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>i really&lt;i&gt; really&lt;/i&gt; do, boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-6160379066573580711?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4114602145468601493</id><published>2011-04-17T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:36:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when will i be more than a novelty to you?</title><content type='html'>so i'm pretty sure that life itself is difficult to comprehend. not a day passes where i don't wonder why i'm here or what the hell is going on around the globe. but lately i've noticed how much emotions literally control us.&lt;div&gt;while some people literally don't go deeper than a puddle, there are people with oceans of thoughts and emotions that could snap at any minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think, being a person that is probably a pretty deep thinker, i find it easier to read people than some might, but it just got me thinking how precious people really are. day in day out we see, and speak to the same people right? but who's to say what they're really thinking? for as much thought that i put into my day, 6 billion other people's minds are swimming in that ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me, that's fucking beautiful, but beyond comprehendible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i challenge you guys, to just think, and i mean think harder. i challenge you to listen to lyrics, rather than the music. yep, someone wrote that song. each and every one. someone wrote those books. thoughts, spilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fucking love words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the most off the cuff blog post ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i don't even care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;who are we to be emotional? - ellie goulding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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title='when will i be more than a novelty to you?'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5602953372592479644</id><published>2011-04-14T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:04:47.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hi, blogger</title><content type='html'>to be neglected is a pretty shit thing. so i decided to come back to blogger after a year and continue my life. afterall, this is where i first starting posting.&lt;div&gt;although i have a tumblr now, i wouldn't count it as a blog. blogspot is probably the only place you can reasonably blog without it turning into a popularity contest so i'm guessing i'll start back here when i need to vent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, i don't believe my posts on here go all the way back to 2009, that's crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yeah, hello again. and to anyone reading this, old and new, welcome. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a lot swimming around in my mind at the moment. new friends, old friends, not friends at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's been a whole lot of new people crashing in at once and yeah, it's freakin' beautiful. i'm not really sure how i can explain it without sounding totally cliche, but i guess it's true that even if someone never really gets you, i think that's sometimes better than if they really really did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i've been spending too much time looking for someone to understand me. i mean, you want that to a degree right? but not so that they can read your every thought. i think the best thing is to have someone that genuinely wants to find out more about you. someone that enjoys discovering who you are WITH you, doing stuff together until you both get to a place where you start to get to know yourself as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think that's the best thing about my friends so far. they're teaching me that you don't need to understand everything about a person to get along well with them, you just need to have to want to understand those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, you? hi. i love you, thanks for making my life a damn sight better lately. i think it's pretty hard to find a person that won't screw you over or give up on you at first instant. i also think it's pretty hard to find someone that isn't shallow but doesn't kill you with deepness. i think this is where our journey starts and i can't wait to explore shit with you. i know i say it everytime but i've never met someone like you. and for as many people i've said that to before, i've never meant it as much as i do right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so hi there. :) welcome back to my blog. or if you never came before, i hope you're never left just &lt;i&gt;standing in the crowd&lt;/i&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;kat. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5602953372592479644?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5602953372592479644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-hi-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5602953372592479644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5602953372592479644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-hi-blogger.html' title='oh hi, blogger'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7005353145691340727</id><published>2010-07-31T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:53:09.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just thought this was so amazing.</title><content type='html'>apparently this is what this girl's (that i follow on tumblr) psychologist told her this today.&lt;br /&gt;''He said that the majority of people live with in a box, and that’s their  entire reality. All the see is the inside of the box, and they’re  ‘asleep’ to anything else. People that have suffered from some form of  mental illness are ‘awake’, because they’ve seen reality outside the  box. He said no matter how hard people try to put that person back into  the box, they will never fit, because they’ve seen something beyond it  all.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never had a mental illness, but i feel like this all the god damn time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7005353145691340727?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7005353145691340727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-thought-this-was-so-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7005353145691340727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7005353145691340727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-thought-this-was-so-amazing.html' title='i just thought this was so amazing.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3702296608301450708</id><published>2010-07-17T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:50:32.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your biggest mistake.</title><content type='html'>ellie goulding - your biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there! :)&lt;br /&gt;totally have new hair! om-gosh.&lt;br /&gt;well, not THAT new, just a little lottle redder. :) i loves it lots.&lt;br /&gt;it's not very obvious in pictures but here you are anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TEIyDYBHy1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ysq2vPSmIhA/s1600/IMG00254-20100717-2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TEIyDYBHy1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ysq2vPSmIhA/s200/IMG00254-20100717-2013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495009528913578834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just state i live for ellie goulding? okay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i saw an awesome panda hat in river island, not to replace my koala hat gus, but just generally to add to my animal hat collection, and ellie goulding has one which is pretty rad, SO I WANT IT. :) way not as cool as the tiger one she wore to T4OTB mind.&lt;br /&gt;it's 12 pound though so i'll have to save up because currently i'm too busy paying for hair dye, friend debts for concerts + wasting money to have noticed my fashion so it's kindof taken a back seat. charity shops ftw next month i think.&lt;br /&gt;+ i really want the playsuit from river island + a denim shirt. grr. + a couple tee's from topman + och is lithe letters 'Kk' on it for my name, which is like 18 quid too. omfg, i need more money. you see, i'd get a job but they all hate me + i'm practically unemployable. + also mommy already gives me 100 a month AND pays my 40 quid phone bill, which is awful coz it shouldn't even be that much! :O oops.?&lt;br /&gt;so basically, i'm skint + moaning AGAIN. what's new scooby doo eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah. today has been boring, i ran around with puppykins for a bit and stroked my rabbit. *dork*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my life, a bore. i'm doing a big fat nothing tomorrow either. i should join the gym i'm a right fatty also. i'm totally joining soon, i need to ask mummy. lardypants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the way no one reads this so i can read what i bloody like. infact, does anyone actually read this? comment if you do kk? i wanna see, i get so much bloody spam. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i saw shrek 4 yesterday and it was totally rad. FYI, totally recommend. way too hyped about toy story too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3702296608301450708?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3702296608301450708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-biggest-mistake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3702296608301450708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3702296608301450708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-biggest-mistake.html' title='your biggest mistake.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TEIyDYBHy1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ysq2vPSmIhA/s72-c/IMG00254-20100717-2013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-887934537236436854</id><published>2010-07-13T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:48:42.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets take life, nice and easssssy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDyJGiN8oHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-VdYzkB0WkE/s1600/IMG00197-20100712-1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDyJGiN8oHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-VdYzkB0WkE/s200/IMG00197-20100712-1556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493416390842687602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me to a higher plane - kate nasssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASHER! :) i love kate nash, my life is complete with her music along with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO OMG, my wall! :O hahaha. yesterday, me and shannen stuck a ton of paper on one of my walls and so now you can draw on my wall, it's pretty bare at the moment, but i'm hoping by christmas pretty much all my friends will have contributed to it, what do you say guys? :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDyJGHjhbII/AAAAAAAAAXc/swIDEA0C9Fw/s1600/IMG00205-20100713-1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDyJGHjhbII/AAAAAAAAAXc/swIDEA0C9Fw/s200/IMG00205-20100713-1629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493416383685422210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the wall so far. :) v plain, but it's cool. :D, getting there. :D&lt;br /&gt;created 12th July 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, me and the akers went on a picnic yesterday to the beach, t'was fun but we got too hot so we came home again and made the wall, after buying a mint milkshake at cafe nero. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm going to paolo! :D can't wait. i'll let you know how it is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how do i get rid of my korean COMMENT SPAM? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking of koreans, i really love their style.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til tomorrow squishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-887934537236436854?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/887934537236436854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-take-life-nice-and-easssssy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/887934537236436854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/887934537236436854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-take-life-nice-and-easssssy.html' title='lets take life, nice and easssssy!'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDyJGiN8oHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-VdYzkB0WkE/s72-c/IMG00197-20100712-1556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5896381069819331265</id><published>2010-07-11T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:11:40.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like a got no chance at all.</title><content type='html'>superman - joe brooks.&lt;br /&gt;afternoon sailors. :)once again kat has been a BAD blogger. :( but it's been a few VERY interesting events so, i thought that i would blog about them, considering this way i will be able to remember them always. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCEANFEST'10&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;along&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with being a bad blogger i'm also awful when it comes to photography. so i never got ANY photo's of oceanfest, although there are some on their faithful website! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDm-VZkwU9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/1IQUL2sTaXo/s1600/arena+katshan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDm-VZkwU9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/1IQUL2sTaXo/s200/arena+katshan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492630495406609362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kat + shan! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnKSRbMSgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qMgf-rczurI/s1600/brooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnKSRbMSgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qMgf-rczurI/s200/brooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492643635818940930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broooooks, so HOT! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnKR7h7LfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9xroevsjjvM/s1600/magic+numbers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnKR7h7LfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9xroevsjjvM/s200/magic+numbers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492643629941599730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headline act : magic numbers! 'she don't love me like youuuuu!' - katshan REMIX. ;) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEACH + SMILEY'S '10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;originally supposed to be a beach trip for everyone, not so many people could turn up short notice, so long and behold the trip that came about, and imo was SO much better anyways. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnJsOfo3PI/AAAAAAAAAWU/e7G2Fh_H8Os/s1600/gus+jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnJsOfo3PI/AAAAAAAAAWU/e7G2Fh_H8Os/s200/gus+jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492642982197255410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i have ears is because gus, my new hat from oceanfest, insisted on coming with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnJr5xudUI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xE2eMU5NKN0/s1600/wayfarer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnJr5xudUI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xE2eMU5NKN0/s200/wayfarer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492642976635974978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;wayfarer pub, instow. :) smiles char kat + shan. :) sam hadn't arrived yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was an all round AMAZING time, i don't think i've laughed so much in this long, thanks guys, for a BRILLIANT night. :) JUST DANCE hahahhaa. 'what is this?' 'SPICE GIRLS' 'i'm not SHIMMYING' hahahaha. :) and the jellyfish beach, made me feel sick and crusty. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T4OTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd when we arrived wasn't EVEN funny, but i loved the atmosphere anyways, so i was willing for the wait. i've never been to t4 before so i guess i wasn't sure what to expect. it was also hard for us to see EVERYTHING because there was SO much we didn't, but apart from that, me and my trusty bestest friend lauren, made our way through the crowds, to the WONDERFUL festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnLpvSckHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fBkKIvkfIss/s1600/pixie+lott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnLpvSckHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fBkKIvkfIss/s200/pixie+lott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492645138483941490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the wonderful pixie lott!&lt;br /&gt;the line up included : pixie lott, ellie goulding, jason derrruloooo (which i always have to sing now?), jls, alexandra burke, plan b, example - both i didn't get to see. :(, n dubz, tinchy stryyyyder, taio cruzz, chipmunk, kids in glass houses, diana vickers, NEED I GO ON?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a LOVERLY day and i enjoyed every minute. more pictures on my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROM'10 + AFTER PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i LOVED this night, it really was HILARIOUS, and lovely, if maybe a bit overrun. :) was lovely to see everyone again, and looking so beautiful too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnPhuOa40I/AAAAAAAAAXM/9eXVP0dfgms/s1600/promloz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnPiGtP5YI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yhxDUZsqT7U/s1600/prommac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnPiGtP5YI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yhxDUZsqT7U/s200/prommac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492649405377930626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the only one's doing the macarena? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnPhuOa40I/AAAAAAAAAXM/9eXVP0dfgms/s1600/promloz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnPhUekKhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HiL_xdFJIBA/s1600/prombest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDnPhUekKhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HiL_xdFJIBA/s200/prombest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492649391894571538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;my FAVOURITE people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what a lovely night we all had, and a lovely way to end school. i'll miss you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THIS WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;still to come are days out with friends + a visit to see mr paolo nutini at the eden project, i couldn't BE more excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5896381069819331265?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5896381069819331265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-like-got-no-chance-at-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5896381069819331265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5896381069819331265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-like-got-no-chance-at-all.html' title='it&apos;s like a got no chance at all.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/TDm-VZkwU9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/1IQUL2sTaXo/s72-c/arena+katshan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-388097900962722224</id><published>2010-06-11T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:08:28.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what you need to say.</title><content type='html'>say - john mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahh well. tbh, i'm alright really. not much to complain about today. gahaa.&lt;br /&gt;john mayer, jack johnson, gavin degraw getting me through my exams tbh. :) soo many! can't wait until oceanfest as a light relief. :) so exciting, if only we SORTED OUT THE CAMPING.&lt;br /&gt;hrmph. i think my favourite thing about looking forward to college is meeting new people. although i love everyone so much, i feel out of place a lot of times. i'm a jagged jigsaw puzzle methinks. :) different sides of me fit diff places. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-388097900962722224?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/388097900962722224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/06/say-what-you-need-to-say.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/388097900962722224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/388097900962722224'/><link 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tomorrow. everyone seems so clever, and confident. everyone seems like they're saying they've done nothing, but they're so calm, which means they must have, right? i'm so scared. :/&lt;br /&gt;i guess i don't need maths or anything, but not even just maths, EVERYTHING is shitting me out about these upcoming two weeks. and i'm stupid stupid stupid to have wasted this week not doing ANY revision. i'm going to have to get my head down foreals now. there's not another option, it's only work that's going to get me through these, not losing touch, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-506961758510165976?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/506961758510165976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-i-would-disappear-without-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/506961758510165976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/506961758510165976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-i-would-disappear-without-you.html' title='maybe, i would disappear without you.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5098170389455427475</id><published>2010-05-14T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:14:16.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's my best friend.</title><content type='html'>what even is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;people say it's the person who you lean on when you're sad, or someone who's 'there for you through thick and thin'. i don't think it's any of those.&lt;br /&gt;the dictionary says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best friend&lt;/b&gt; (or &lt;b&gt;close friend&lt;/b&gt;): a person(s) with whom  someone shares extremely strong interpersonal ties with as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i guess so. but i don't agree with that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that you can actually know what a best friend really is, until you have one. until you know that this one person literally is all you need to get by, and that aslong as they've got your back, everything really is.. easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happens when a 'best' friend, loses it's 'best', what happens when even 'friend' becomes faint and all you have to reflect on is memories? what happens when you can no longer write your own memories, so you just focus on one's you had in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been very good at talking in person and getting my words out how i want to. so i guess this outlet is my easiest - writing. it's what i'm best at afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your 'best' friend starts to fade. the answer is this. YOU FUCKING draw over the fucking faded line with your NEW MEMORIES, and you type BEST back in with CAPITAL LETTERS. that's what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren, this is my way, of saying that no matter WHERE i am, WHAT i'm doing, or WHO i'm with, you'll still always come first, and i hope i will to. coz i'm your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is to lauren.&lt;br /&gt;she's my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5098170389455427475?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5098170389455427475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/05/shes-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5098170389455427475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5098170389455427475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/05/shes-my-best-friend.html' title='she&apos;s my best friend.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7440806880621693210</id><published>2010-05-06T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:02:41.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leavers books + old friends.</title><content type='html'>ohno. we're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the thought that hit me today.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, in the whole leavers assemblies, leavers books, leavers forms etc etc, i forgot what the word LEAVER actually meant. i mean, i'm so pent up hating school atm and being in such a giant grudge i'm not sure i really realise that we're going. like.. foreal. we're GOING.&lt;br /&gt;it's strange, to think in 22 days, i may not see a very large proportion of my year ever again, except of course, in exams. and of course the odd passer by at college.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss it. the class of 2010. i'm gonna miss them all, even the ones that drive me up the wall. :D&lt;br /&gt;there's those friends i'm not worried about leaving, because there'll never be a goodbye. the friends i know that'll always be there. then there's the friends i'll miss, but will adjust to because i never really knew them - a shame in itself. but then there's this group of friends that i'll miss the most. not the closest, just people that i love, that i know probably will be so caught up, we won't arrange to meet or anything. and even if we do, i think i'll miss the school and lesson environment the most. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what're we to do but just wait it out? shame really, that i'm so eager, somehow a little part of me wished i would miss it more. i'm a little bit more sad that i probably.. won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7440806880621693210?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7440806880621693210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/05/leavers-books-old-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7440806880621693210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7440806880621693210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/05/leavers-books-old-friends.html' title='leavers books + old friends.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5775857405288150121</id><published>2010-04-20T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:37:13.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simple times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i loooove joshua radin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aah speaking german mock exam tomorrow. the real one is only a week away too. and PE moderation, AND then of course a tonne more exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borrrrre.&lt;br /&gt;cinema tomorrow though. happy clappy birthday jessica. i love you. you won't read this. but oh well, thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;although i'm SKINT. and that makes me angwy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D loving life other than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5775857405288150121?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5775857405288150121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-times.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5775857405288150121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5775857405288150121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-times.html' title='simple times'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-107262766435006668</id><published>2010-04-18T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:50:23.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm forever lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever lost - the magic numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ahhhh! school tomorrow. *sad*.&lt;br /&gt;oh welll. you see, i wouldn't be overly bothered. but i am. why? because my freaking german oral mock exam is on wednesday. and we don't like those because they are big and scary. :o( haha..&lt;br /&gt;i love ellie goulding. just gonna point that out as i'm listening to her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my second post since i started this hole 'lets start the blog again' movement.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't much to say i must say. too much exam things buzzing through my head. BAHA i wish, not really. i'm just boring ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school tomorrow. but as my friend bry's status says, it is only the beginning of the end, as there is little to no school left now, only exam practice for 6 or so weeks, then study leave and school for what? a month? lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the music title is because magic numbers are so lovely headlining oceanfest this year! this, of course is nothing like the 'YAY' that came with jason mraz. however, it IS a good band, and i'm looking forward to hearing more of them. however, opening for them, or also on the same stage, not sure yet, is JOSHUA RADIN, and i have to say i am a VERY bg joshua radin fan so that's good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all from me for now. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't already, listen to all artists mentioned here. especially ellie goulding, she's AMAZING. afterall, she has won a brit before her career has even begun. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-107262766435006668?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/107262766435006668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-im-forever-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/107262766435006668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/107262766435006668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-im-forever-lost.html' title='because i&apos;m forever lost.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-9144609442242224898</id><published>2010-04-14T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:18:27.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody stopped.</title><content type='html'>blogging, that is. so what a better idea than to restart? hello blogspot. i'm back, yes, me. why? because i have things to write. when? now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wow.  it's been a while. my life in short has been simple. simple happiness, simple fun, simply shit. whatever simple can be, it's been it. but this blog is rarely about what's new, and more what's happened or what i've observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to state, putting anything about my recent trip to auchwitz in words would be impossible unless you've been there. but to deem something as completely undescribable is 'nuff said methinks. so just go there, or read another review, because i don't think i'd even be able to try to write one that does any justice to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've experienced a lot in the last few weeks. i remember around this time last year, every blog, post or secret was about finding myself. a year on and i'm not really sure that i have. but i've atleas trealised i don't need to anymore. because if i spend my whole life trying to find that, there'll be no time living it. so hello, it's me, i'm kat, and i'm suitabley incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, i'm back. so hi, hello, bonjour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-9144609442242224898?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/9144609442242224898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/04/everybody-stopped.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/9144609442242224898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/9144609442242224898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/04/everybody-stopped.html' title='everybody stopped.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-8223166257785069332</id><published>2010-02-05T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:25:07.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, soul sister.</title><content type='html'>you know the song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. so it appears no one blogs anymore! whatever shall we do? i know, blog? :D&lt;br /&gt;okay so. woah. what isn't there to talk about. i don't think i've ever been so desperate to get out and go somewhere. everything here is eating me alive. i just want to leave. i swear, i'm not going to last these last few months of school without going crazy. it's tedious and HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;the only travelling i do experience seems to be on the train home. home being the annoying word. coz that's where i'll end up. you travel for half an hour, and yous ee the country, and just as you think you're gonna get somewhere you have to get off because it's your stop. then you're driven back home, where everything starts again in just a matter of hours.&lt;br /&gt;i've been tempted just to stay on the trian. to keep going. buy a ticket somewhere. anywhere. never happens. the guts are there, but the willpower isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, life is tedious. i'm fed up, and i feel so unconfident lately. but who cares? if you're you, then everythings okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-8223166257785069332?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8223166257785069332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-soul-sister.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8223166257785069332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8223166257785069332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-soul-sister.html' title='hey, soul sister.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4223124457786370935</id><published>2010-01-29T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:35:57.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging.</title><content type='html'>29th january 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i became iller, captained a hockey team, won a hockey match, lost 3 hockey matches, let my best friend down, took a posh train, cried, laughed, smiled, realised my mum is the best person on my planet, realised i really miss my family, realised who my true friends are, decided to stop being horrible about everyone because they're all amazing people, and played guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was an average day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i am writing a song. i don't know what the lyrics or the music is yet. because i'm not writing it down. (so not really writing a song tbh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy. :) i think. i mean, yeah, i'm starting to think that i'm drifting from my closest friends, i'm a let down and an all round 'gets everything wrong all the time' person, but i'm happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like trains. :)&lt;br /&gt;i decided this on the way home. the reason being when i'm on a train i feel like i'm floating. because i can't see the track and when the windows are really clean i put my head against the glass and it feels like i am just drifting through the trees. i also like trains because they feel like you're seeing life from the inside, not the outside. like instead of taking the windy roads you just dart straight through the middle but you aren't allowed to see where it takes you because before you know it you have to get off. like they're telling you that shortcuts never lead anywhere and you may see something for a moment, but you will have to take the long road to be able to make anything of what the moment meant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to write. that's all i care about now.&lt;br /&gt;i want to write and then get into uni, and then write even more.&lt;br /&gt;and then get a job and write again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello by the way. i forgot to mention i'm blogging. so erm.. i'm blogging. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4223124457786370935?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4223124457786370935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4223124457786370935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4223124457786370935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogging.html' title='blogging.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3309007062911233488</id><published>2010-01-17T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:09:01.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all of your life you've gone your own way, so give me this chance, and i'll go mine..</title><content type='html'>title: proud - matthew thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged in a while. and i don't expect many to still be checking whether i have. which i sprobably why i've chosen to blog here and not my tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, and i don't know what it is. but it won't go away, and for that i hate my body at the moment. :(&lt;br /&gt;i wish it would go away. it's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there are times in your life where you wish you knew, what the heck was going on i mean. but you just don't. this is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;then there's those times where you wonde rwhat the heck you've done to deserve it. this is one of those times too.&lt;br /&gt;and then, there's those times when you realise who is really there, and who offers their support, but really gives nothing.&lt;br /&gt;there are the times when you have to fight. because walking away doesn't prove fast enough, and running means retracing tracks. so when forward is the only direction, and there's a giant barrier in the way, do you turn around and walk backwards, or do you break the barrier no matter how long and how hard it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news. happy birthday daddy. :) i love you. you've always shown me the light, even when your own began to dim. i'm glad to call myself your daughter, even after everything we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hugs + barriers that are years old,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3309007062911233488?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3309007062911233488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-900023273732472285</id><published>2010-01-12T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:36:49.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two thousand and ten.</title><content type='html'>woah. it's 2010! goodbye to the noughties and hello teenies! :D&lt;br /&gt;so i'm SO sorry i haven't blogged in SO long, but i've been so busy and lazy to blog as i've been more on my tumblr :)&lt;br /&gt;so i bet it's not just me that's noticed this WEATHER. i swear it's either snowing, windy, sleeting or raining 99% of the day. o.0 but that's okay, because my school's been shut for like a week longer than it should have been *happy dance*.&lt;br /&gt;only problem is, i'm bored of being at home now. school was open today but the weather meant the effort of me going into school just wasn't worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going in tomorrow though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile. i have a bubba sister. :D:D very exciting stuff. :) the pictures are on my faceybook if you'd like to see her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i know this has been so short but i don't have muchies to say. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katmunch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-900023273732472285?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/900023273732472285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-thousand-and-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi there everyone. sorry i haven't blogged in so long, i've taken a lust for tumblr at the moment so blogging here has been scarce. :-) also, i'm on my computer a lot less, so that's why. not that many people read this really, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now i'm sitting on my bed in pitch black with just my ipod on full blast in my ears. bit of death cab for cutie is anyones guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;'what's the time?' i hear you say. 4.15pm. not too late, but dark nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;the early darkness starts to make me more tired. infact, i wish it was summer, things were so much brighter then. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do too much. was woken at around 7 to open freaking presents, of which i recieved two. (N). but that okay, as i also got a stocking and a wad of cash which suits me nicely. although it was more than the presents. it was just nice to have everyone happy for a while. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother came home too. it was nice for the first couple of days, but i guess you can OVERstay sometimes. i mean, i love him lots, but he is now 'bored' of me, and so i can do little but to hate him back until he comes 'round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. the fray. how lovely. :-)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha my ipod is on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny because there's barely anyone who's actually gonna read this. but i kinda like the outlet and to talk to myself is a bit. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why not be brutally honest, lets pretend NO ONE will read this, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried lately, because it seems many of my friends have changed their opinions of me. whether it be being completely off with me (undoubtedly fair enough as i accused them of being bisexual), or just changing their opinion of the way i am. it's just annoying. i think 2010 is going to be my year of not as much caring. i mean i love ALL of my friends, but that's all i ever do. and it still seems that some where along the line i'm fucking up. whether i'm bein too 'selfish' because i can't just be friends with everyone or i'm just a pure 'bitch'. i think i'm going to start being my COMPLETE self, not changing to peoples ideal version of me, and just being myself with EVERYONE, if they don't like that, then that's their problem, right? :-) i can't be who you want me to be, as much as i love ya. they say it's all about change and adaptation, so why not try staying put, and just being yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason mraz. i love you. :D haha. - shuffle, again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. merry christmas world.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored now.&lt;br /&gt;this was fun!&lt;br /&gt;i hope no one reads this, it's SO WEIRD. sorry! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + mr. a-z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1009089449631290329?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1009089449631290329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/raise-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1009089449631290329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1009089449631290329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/raise-it-up.html' title='raise it up.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7030319585236306895</id><published>2009-12-24T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:00:53.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it snow, let it snow, let it snow..</title><content type='html'>title : let it snow - dean martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey homies. :-)&lt;br /&gt;guess what? you'll never get it..&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CHRISTMAS. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so overall, i wasn't that excited. infact i'm still not 'eyes popping out of face jumping around stabbing people' excited, but the christmas spirit has finally taken it's toll. :-) i'm not sure why i'm not as excited this year. i think it's because i forgot it was chritmas until like 2 weeks before, and then i got ill so i was focusing on that.&lt;br /&gt;but it's fine because I'M BETTER NOW. ;D - ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i know i haven't been overly blogging, due to the reason above, but don't worry your little heads because i'm here! :-) my 131st blog ever. :-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in chulmleigh, they have a lighting thing for charity every year and this year a competitor lives just down my road. the house was gorgeous, and as soon as night time drew in i had to go take a picccture. :-) it doesn't do it enough justice because my camera kept playing up so it's quite blurry. :-(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SzM7VAZpbtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xCPENoQvmm4/s1600-h/PC210161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SzM7VAZpbtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xCPENoQvmm4/s200/PC210161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418740008727703250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. if you would like more regular updates on what i'm doing, and are interested in typography/photography/general awesome quotes then head over to my tumblr page ; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://www,starsfallingdown.tumblr.com"&gt;www.starsfallingdown.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; :-) enjoy my friends, and have a very VERY merry christmas. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + two turtle doves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7030319585236306895?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7030319585236306895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7030319585236306895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7030319585236306895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='let it snow, let it snow, let it snow..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SzM7VAZpbtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xCPENoQvmm4/s72-c/PC210161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7544137033229684971</id><published>2009-12-18T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:01:44.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>half of my heart's got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time..</title><content type='html'>title: half of my heart - john mayer featuring taylor swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-M-A-Z-I-N-G song. ;D if you haven't already; LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hello there. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's.. what is it? 8 sleeps 'til the big day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh christmas. again? it's gonna be my sixteenth one! ahh jeez, you'd think the excitment would rub off - which it did, but now i'm BUZZING. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started this blog like.. 2 hours ago and then forgot, made a cheesecake, wrapped presents then came back. dork. :P&lt;br /&gt;hey, i just recieved a congratulations from the history department. LOL! awh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so relationships..&lt;br /&gt;isn't it funny, how there's always a person you can click with no matter how far apart you've been? i mean we all have that person right? whether it be a parent, a best friend, a long distant relative, an ex, whatever it is, it's always just 'fine' when you talk again. just 'perfect'. :-)&lt;br /&gt;i've experienced a few of these moments. and i have to say it's the best feeling in the world. just being able to fall right back into place, effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;all i'm saying is if you have that with someone, anyone, you should cherish that. i never realised how rare and spontaneous it is to KNOW you have someone there, foralways, no matter the time spent apart. so this one's for you guys and all those missing people who really aren't missing at all. go for it. give them a call, you'll be surprised. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + mistletoe wishes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7544137033229684971?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7544137033229684971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-of-my-hearts-got-grip-on-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7544137033229684971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7544137033229684971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-of-my-hearts-got-grip-on-situation.html' title='half of my heart&apos;s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-2212120073414477059</id><published>2009-12-10T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:47:56.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the middle of the night when i'm in this dream it's like a million little stars spelling out your name..</title><content type='html'>title: untouchable - taylor swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite songs from her new 'fearless' album. amazing amazing album from an equally amazing artist, i honestly don't care who hates her, she's so talented. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to do a blog straight from my mind, that for once i do not think too hard about what i'm going to write or ponder over different situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched the movie 'bandslam'. it was so amazing. i'm serious. i mean i've never been into this whole disney scene, but i've gotta say, the film was AWESOME. totally recommend it. anyways, it COMPLETELY influenced me in such a random way. like i know this is no american high school, but i'd like to make more of an effort with how i AM around different people i don't know. and that i really don't make much effort with things such as guys or anything anymore. be nice to get back into the frame of mind that yeah, it's school, but it's also the main part of my life and i take that SO forgranted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, 'forever and always' an amazing song and the piano is sensational. i want to learn it, but there are no sheets or tutorials online. i think i'm gonna try work it out by ear when/if i can. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever get those moments when you're in a completer state of thought? you know those moments when like everything seems so special and the best music and perfect surroundings can just make you think. i'm like that right now. it's rare i get a total sense of peace and quiet until the night time, i think that's maybe why i sleep so late.&lt;br /&gt;you know, it's funny, i don't even know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;reads these blogs. infact, i have a bet it's no more than 5 people. but i like that. hello. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 00.23am i really can't be bothered to go to sleep when i'm in such a thought provoking state of mind. but i have a hunch my life from this day onwards will change. i don't know why, and i don't know how, but i've been told to ALWAYS trust my instincts. i guess we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs and the rest is still unwritten,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kugpc9WlRh1qa7axso1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1260577885&amp;amp;Signature=eOqyKLibB6uTrjeBU6USxA7aWoQ%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 216px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kugpc9WlRh1qa7axso1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1260577885&amp;amp;Signature=eOqyKLibB6uTrjeBU6USxA7aWoQ%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-2212120073414477059?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/2212120073414477059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-middle-of-night-when-im-in-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/2212120073414477059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/2212120073414477059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-middle-of-night-when-im-in-this.html' title='in the middle of the night when i&apos;m in this dream it&apos;s like a million little stars spelling out your name..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-8152014309156083021</id><published>2009-12-09T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:09:08.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything looks perfect from far away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuefmgxlxc1qa7axso1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1260472090&amp;amp;Signature=VNwoxvBoZy4OYzzdZlCgAsA6WWs%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 298px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuefmgxlxc1qa7axso1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1260472090&amp;amp;Signature=VNwoxvBoZy4OYzzdZlCgAsA6WWs%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title: such great heights - the postal service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered if there's something we're supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;whether although we don't know how we're going to end up or what's going to happen until it does, it was always going to happen anyway?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered how pretty the world is?&lt;br /&gt;whether it's too beautiful to have been created, and that MAYBE it's only possible because it's THAT spontaneous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, questions seem to be my main forte. i have been questioning everything and i don't know why. why did my life have to work out how it was? is there somethig i'm supposed to do but i just haven't realised yet? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused about my future too. i've decided law isn't for me. and i really want to do journalism. writing was always going to be my thing anyways, lets be honest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've become so musical too. it's become my OUTLET :) i mean i'm finding i rely less and less on my friends and so much more on my independence. i'm starting to wonder if this is a good or bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't know. conversations are forever being had at home. and bitching is forever occuring at school, i think the subject of change is the core of everything at the moment. but is there really a set route? and can we change that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of taylor swift, i guess we should never be too afraid to 'jump then fall'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + music and lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-8152014309156083021?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8152014309156083021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-looks-perfect-from-far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8152014309156083021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8152014309156083021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-looks-perfect-from-far-away.html' title='everything looks perfect from far away..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5429304843097530146</id><published>2009-12-08T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:17:07.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i can.</title><content type='html'>hello there squishies.&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW i haven't blogged in ages.&lt;br /&gt;i also KNOW i'm a failblogger.&lt;br /&gt;but it's FINE. :) i've been SOO busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a RANDOM squishtogether of my life as it is at the moment. i shall resort to bullet points as i physically cannot organise my life in any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- loz came round and we had an amazing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;- i've gotten well interested in baking again.&lt;br /&gt;- my brother bought me a full size drumkit as a birthday surprise.&lt;br /&gt;- i don't want to do law anymore.&lt;br /&gt;- i am debating my journalism career once again.&lt;br /&gt;- i got an A* in my geography mock exam.&lt;br /&gt;- i got REALLY happy.&lt;br /&gt;- i got really down.&lt;br /&gt;- i really miss some people.&lt;br /&gt;- i'm not THAT excited about xmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;- i can't wait 'til xmas though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAMJABAMBAM. there we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simples. (-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you gays soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hugs + points of bullet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5429304843097530146?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5429304843097530146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5429304843097530146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5429304843097530146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-i-can.html' title='because i can.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-6294363599264542771</id><published>2009-12-02T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:26:36.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before we take this road, before you change my mind..</title><content type='html'>title: to love again - alesha dixon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure the intention of this here blog. mainly because i haven't blogged in so long. but also because i need to let some steam off.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's wrong with me lately. i feel like i'm losing touch with who i really was. i guess i had the same thing when i was about.. thirteen, but since then i've been fine. whereas lately i've been feeling so out of touch with myself it's unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;i think to be honest, i just need to shut myself up sometimes. i've realised i'm far more bitchy than i ever was, whether it be down to influence or the fact that year 11 has made me think i'm everything i'm not. i'm gonna change. i hate being this moody. i'ma try be a bit more upbeat and social. coz this is killing me :-( anyways, to anyone who's ever felt like i've been off with them, moody, completely two faced or horrible towards them. sorry. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i had my english presentation. i feel it went pretty well, although i get so scared at audiences i often freeze up, so i'll be happy to get a B or C for this one. :-)&lt;br /&gt;there's not much else to report. got a charity netball match going on on the 11th so park school people PAY TO WATCH it's for a good cause. also there's christmas concert when now? 16th? i dunno. but i wanna go to that tooooo. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not much happening really. i've got like zilch to say today, but i promised myself 125 posts ago i would never delete a single word of my blog. and i don't plan on changing now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs and emotional blank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-6294363599264542771?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/6294363599264542771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-we-take-this-road-before-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/6294363599264542771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/6294363599264542771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-we-take-this-road-before-you.html' title='before we take this road, before you change my mind..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-406105333097343108</id><published>2009-11-25T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:49:44.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought i thought of every single possibilty..</title><content type='html'>title: haven't met you yet - michael buble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just learnt this song on piano. it's amazing and i love it. oldtimes now but still a great '09 track. :-) really easy to play too. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what in the world changes your day for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about this question, because i find it really great how it's NEVER EVER the big things that make your day better. it's always the little things that make the difference.&lt;br /&gt;for examples, my day is always made better when the drive to school has sunshine, because i like the trees in the sun and it makes me happyful. :-) it's also made better when the radiator is free at break or when a spontaneous compliment is given. however, if a huge thing happened like.. somebody gave me a giant teddy bear. i would just be like 'WOAH' but then if i had seven million little BAD things afterwards the teddy bear wouldn't be worth it anymore. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what makes your day that little it better? is there a certain thing you EXPECT everyday? or do you just take it as it comes? is there something you feel your day would be lost without, or even someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i challenge you to think about that thing. coz tbh we ALL have it. and i challenge you to show appreciation for it in one way or another. because i never realised until recently the amount of stuff i take forgranted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, i'm going to take a picture of those trees tomorrow. first thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you gonna do? tomorrow, that little thing could be gone. :-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + kodak moments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-406105333097343108?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/406105333097343108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-thought-i-thought-of-every-single.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/406105333097343108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/406105333097343108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-thought-i-thought-of-every-single.html' title='i thought i thought of every single possibilty..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-8854386215484158070</id><published>2009-11-24T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:12:55.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want your kisss boyyy.</title><content type='html'>title: pumpkin soup - kate nash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like kate nash. she's awesome. nickie just mentioned her so i thought i'd go listen some more. missed her filling my ears. her voice is the sex. she makes my ears pregnant. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually i have a blogging topic. but today that is.. lacking. so just hello will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda dreading cooking tomorrow. i really cannot be bothered to cook so much in one go, and not even COOK. DEVELOP. AND to add to that i've never made what i'm making before. :-/&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm sure it'll be okay. :-)&lt;br /&gt;also got an english presentation, which i was pooing myself about, but i seriously lack in caring anymore so yeah. rather get a good grade then just panic. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to all my october music. it's strange how music preferences change SO quickly, and what is once you're favourite song, can quickly become less interesting than ever before. haha.&lt;br /&gt;death cab for cutie, i love you. hahhaa. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i feel sick. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. today has been fun. although the netball match was awful coz i played like a right div. hahhaa. last one of the season though, i am gutted. gonna miss you guys. :-( i hope i can somehow do something gym-wise soon. i need a membership. gonna get one :-) decided this earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired? is it me or does the darknesss make you tired? ahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my camera mum? i can't find it. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. that was just a mishmash. i'm having a good week. ish. just wish i could have a day off. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. not that i don't have sat and sunday :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + tiredness galore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-8854386215484158070?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8854386215484158070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-want-your-kisss-boyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8854386215484158070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8854386215484158070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-want-your-kisss-boyyy.html' title='i just want your kisss boyyy.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-6811234587413089825</id><published>2009-11-22T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:34:41.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the only difference between me and you, is that i wrote the songs and you didn't.</title><content type='html'>title: the words of jamie, the drummer from noisettes. so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUP GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had the best night out at the square with our christmas light switch on.&lt;br /&gt;noisettes were AMAZING and dolly rockers were pretty cool despite the fact they're like.. 5 HAHAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice to see the christmas spirit (even in the rain) throughout everyone in barnstaple. i love it when everyone comes together for a night out. :) was lovely to see everyone tooo. i mean there's so much shit that goes through our group per week it's nice just to have a good time. even if it was FREEEZING. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the biggest part of my evening was on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;me and hly were outside the train station and we turn around and who do we see?&lt;br /&gt;THE DRUMMER OF THE NOISETTES. okay. the guy we've JUST seen live, and ROCKED out barnstaple, was there. BEHIND ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asks where the platform is and we show him, so he says thanks and walks off. me and hly just sit there in complete awe bedfore hly has to go home.&lt;br /&gt;so then i decide to go over and ask for his autograph and after holding his suitcase for him while he finds a pen, and then signs my train ticket. :D&lt;br /&gt;then a girl takes a picture of me and him for me, which was lovely. and we spent the rest of the time waiting for the train and having a lovely conversation. he speaks SO much truths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''the only difference between me and you, is that i wrote the songs and you didn't''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''you write ten songs and you don't think that they're gonna make anything or go with each other, i mean seriously, go and write ten songs, you could be me EASY. i mean if i meet any celebrity i go weak at the knees TOO!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''i was talking to brandon flowers, and i mean, he's SO real, he just writes about what's around him. that's why the killers are gonna last. i mean lily allen, fair enough love you're pretty, but what's all this diamond lyrics crap? she aint gonna last coz no one GETS IT''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''tbh, i thought go baby go baby go, that song, was the worst set of lyrics ever, never thought it would be a HIT!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he was the BEST. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love being at the right place, at the RIGHT time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + christmas twinkles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-6811234587413089825?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/6811234587413089825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-difference-between-me-and-you-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/6811234587413089825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/6811234587413089825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-difference-between-me-and-you-is.html' title='the only difference between me and you, is that i wrote the songs and you didn&apos;t.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3906701742733472643</id><published>2009-11-20T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:48:39.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got soul but i'm not a soldier..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SwcOCRWXYJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6cW6B7emtrg/s1600/Pudsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SwcOCRWXYJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6cW6B7emtrg/s320/Pudsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406305309861306514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title: i got soul - young soul rebels (pixie lott, n-dubs, tinchy stryder, chipmunk, mpho, vv brown etc) in aid of war child and the work they dooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;title isn't to do with todays post. but it's about charity and the song is amazing if you haven't heard it already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHILDREN IN NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my personal favourite time of the year. watching everyone come together is an amaazing feat in britain and i think it's probably the time in the year i feel most patriotic tbh. (: i love being british when i see what the country can do together :) it's amazing. and i'm proud. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children and need helps SO many people and even the smallest things make the difference. i was so pleased to see our school contributing with busking and stuff, and this year is gonna be the biggest. i'm going to stay up until children and need is over, because i love it. lets hope the total is biggg this year so we can help the biggest amount of people ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys can donate online on www.bbc.co.uk/pudsey and follow the links. please donate guys. i'm going to as soon as. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the running total for the south west as of now is 134,574 pounds. :) and is RISING RAPIDLY. so excited. :) every video makes me cry i swear! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, don't you just LOVE pudsey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know anyone directly but i'm so glad i don't, that's very ill or needs help from children in need. but why let that stop you? DONATE. :) it's SO worth it. trust me. :) do it for kids like us.. kids who wouldn't have our opportunities or support without the help of children in need. s'what us teens are all about right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + pudsey bears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3906701742733472643?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3906701742733472643/comments/default' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SwcOCRWXYJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6cW6B7emtrg/s72-c/Pudsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7328337955925644977</id><published>2009-11-11T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:05:34.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just say yes. just say there's nothing holding you back..</title><content type='html'>title: just say yes - snow patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love snow patrol. they're AMAZING. new song, go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so this isn't a blog. but it's something very close to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;''i never lived as intensely as i do right now. i'm thankful for everything. i hope i did my best to be a good person. live life to the fullest'' - dustin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine how many times you wait in a day. there's the smallest things like.. waiting for a bus, waiting for a lift, waiting for your computer to load. but maybe sometimes we're all waiting for the biggest things to happen, to change, to transform.&lt;br /&gt;i can think of a million and one things in a day that i wait for. but what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;i'm unsure if you know, but i follow a guy on twitter called dustin. he has the heart of a twenty year old. but it's not his..&lt;br /&gt;he's waiting.&lt;br /&gt;he's waiting to die.&lt;br /&gt;and he's waiting by sharing everything, his whole experience, with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine what it would be like to wait to leave. i mean, we spend 90% of our lives waiting for something. but what if you already new your fate, and all of those things needn't resemble ANY importance anymore. what would you wait for? would you hold on? i don't know what i'd do.&lt;br /&gt;so what is best for those who have to wait? to do that, or to continue? i know that sometimes waiting is the only option. and it's the climax that brings the pain, or the happiness, or the outburst of emotion. but it's the waiting that holds it all in, just waiting for it to pop. just.. waiting..&lt;br /&gt;so in the words of john mayer. i think there's just one thing we ARE all waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;we're ALL waiting on the world to change. change our lives? end our lives? make our day, happy, sad, or even just.. emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;i know you wait. we all wait. but what are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. you've gotta hope. because if you're waiting in line, it means there's a possibility you'll make it to the number one spot. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + a life long queue to conquer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dedicated to everyone who experiences loss, happiness, and has ever had to wait , or even had to watch someone wait for news they don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7328337955925644977?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7328337955925644977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-say-yes-just-say-theres-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>maybe in the years to come, i'll truly understand..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Svc6tjUnLhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xCw8fE6H-eY/s1600-h/PB070018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Svc6tjUnLhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xCw8fE6H-eY/s320/PB070018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401850832304418322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title: do it all over again - sapphire elia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really miss brittania high, it was such an amazing series. i wish they'd do another one. :( shame it's over forever. amazing song, one of my favourites from the soundtrack, if you haven't heard it you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hello everybody. :)&lt;br /&gt;today has been a lovely day, although stuffed, once again, with coursework, i've enjoyed it. :)&lt;br /&gt;i've not really done a lot though, a history essay this morning and an A3 sheet of food. then spent this evening just doing some revision for my EXAMS tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm so loving robbie williams new album, newton faulkners + jamie cullums new cover of rihanna's 'please don't stop the music'. if you haven't heard it already youtube it. :)&lt;br /&gt;i've also found a new a capella band on youtube called green envy. they cover such great heights by the postal service and fidelity by regina spektor if you guys wanna check it out. it's also on spotify to listen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;so i'm ENJOYING my new camera a little bit too much. i also have taken a love to felt tips and whiteboards and their markers. haha. :) so i went a bit crazy with them on my piano.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tired now.&lt;br /&gt;exams tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + squishy poops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3321829169700646546?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3321829169700646546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-in-years-to-come-ill-truly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3321829169700646546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3321829169700646546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-in-years-to-come-ill-truly.html' title='maybe in the years to come, i&apos;ll truly understand..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Svc6tjUnLhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xCw8fE6H-eY/s72-c/PB070018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-6750950195960116685</id><published>2009-11-07T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T08:18:16.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost..</title><content type='html'>title: bad day - daniel powter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just learnt this song on piano. i really love it! :) and i AM having a bad day, coursework-wise, there's SO much i just CAN'T seem to get on top of it. but i'm trying, with a little boost from my peace of mind. :) aka you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so the title totally explains autumn. :) THE LEAVES. i love them hahahha. :) okay, the magic isn't lost thought c'mon, MAGIC is always alive. ;) especially in autumn. i love it. i took a few pictures earlier that you can see on the side over there.. ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but indeed today has been lovely. :) apart from my coursework failing going on. i have like ALL my geography investigtions STILL. then i have like a week left to do like 4 weeks of art prep and i'm not finished for my ten hour exam, i have maths algebra homework, a draft for history due on monday, a graph to draw up for food and nutrition on A3 and i still have to revise for all my exams next week. lets be honest. school takes the piss. but i guess it's my own fault for going on a work experience week. i just didn't think it would be SUCH hard work. i'm working as hard as i can to get as much done as possible. and these are the first exams i'm REALLY worried about because i've missed so much work, which means revising HARDER which i really don't have the time to do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's a few things bringing me happiness.&lt;br /&gt;my mum, and general family.&lt;br /&gt;and my photography. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + piles of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-6750950195960116685?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4295552054864337904</id><published>2009-11-05T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:39:41.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now i've found who i am there's no way to hold it in..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;title: this is me - miley cyrus (ACOUSTIC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i know this is the dorkiest song on earth. but it's amazing in acoustic. so there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' don't compromise yourself, you're all you've got'' - janis joplin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;was in history the other day, and my teacher was being an absolute prick, lets be honest. i was about to explain myself, and change me story to be reasonable, until i looked up and saw THIS quote on the wall. i thought it was so suitable to my situation, and i continued to stick to me guns about this coursework piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;which leads me nicely to the point i'm trying to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;which is that signs can ALWAYS pop up. just in the completely most random places. i think it's so wierd how guidance can come from such random places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'' i wish i had just one talent''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; is a pos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;secret from the new postsecret book that rosie gave me for my birthday. i found it useful as i often feel the same way. it would be so much easier to make decisions if there were one definate route for me in life. although, at the same time, i love the myseteriousness of not knowing, because it makes me feel like i can be anything i want to be. yeah, that's my secret. :) haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;anyways, i'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i've decided lately that the word for me is 'stuck'. because that's all i appear to be. just 'stuck'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;stuck in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;stuck in coursework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;stuck in confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;stuck in decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;stuck in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;stuck stuck stuck. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but it's okay, because sticky situations always end with a clean surface. :) and i thrive on those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i'm gonna go. i need some sleep and thinking time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;oh + also. mum. i love you. :) that is all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;love, hugs + stuck ducks. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;kat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4295552054864337904?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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answered that, i've decided to move onto the second. :)&lt;br /&gt;''what did you get?''&lt;br /&gt;well, my friends, what you're about to see is around two hours of bloody editing, a few amazing songs, and some random girl opening all of her presents on her 16th, and, needless to say, loving, EVERY SINGLE ONE. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;enjoy meine petit filious. :)&lt;br /&gt;btw i totally know that my video song just mucked up. :( but just mute at some point if you like. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b902b8405a8dfe84" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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evening, i just hope everyone else did too! :) also, with my brand new CAMERA, (thanks mummy!) i'm able to take some pictures. not too many because i forgot to put the memory card in (oops?) but i'll show you my two favourite. (fyi, the rest are on facebook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Su9H_alAoMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/60z5uH8D0aI/s1600-h/PB010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Su9H_alAoMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/60z5uH8D0aI/s320/PB010012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399613633032396994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, the cake does say 'finally legal' on it. hahaha. :) thankyou so much ru, jess, bex + loz. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Su9I1g6CbwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8bek4XLxfA4/s1600-h/PB010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Su9I1g6CbwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8bek4XLxfA4/s320/PB010016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399614562444144386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, i was going to upload halloween beach pictures too but i really can't be bothered anymore. :) so i'm going to do that asap instead. sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;i just want to thank everybody that made an effort to contact me, came to my birthday or even sent a text or facebook message. it meant so much to me to have so many people wishing me on my 16th. i love youu guys so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + candle cakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1572690505217073584-8219963449053418317?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8219963449053418317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-youuuu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8219963449053418317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8219963449053418317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-youuuu.html' title='happy birthday to youuuu.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Su9H_alAoMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/60z5uH8D0aI/s72-c/PB010012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5026251937406911478</id><published>2009-10-30T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:52:59.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mushaboom mushabooom..</title><content type='html'>title: mushaboom - feist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what it's time for. do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KAT'S BIG FAT DEDICATION BIG LOVE BEST FRIEND BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesh, that's what you were thinking, of course it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE GOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i totally know that these are in the worst quality EVER. :) sorry. :( every picture is hand-drawn and has things that remind me of the person around them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQvZ-YPAI/AAAAAAAAATg/tE-XxSbiu_0/s1600-h/DSC02715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQvZ-YPAI/AAAAAAAAATg/tE-XxSbiu_0/s320/DSC02715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398497353690266626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQv3ShzbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/SCDeL0Y0i_I/s1600-h/DSC02718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQv3ShzbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/SCDeL0Y0i_I/s320/DSC02718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398497361559408050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQ_478fdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/FuPBGkNrQr4/s1600-h/DSC02719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQ_478fdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/FuPBGkNrQr4/s320/DSC02719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398497636879465938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutRALdiJTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xX8027G2A0w/s1600-h/DSC02722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutRALdiJTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xX8027G2A0w/s320/DSC02722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398497641852183858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQvuVntNI/AAAAAAAAATw/fbyIKXL0nPU/s1600-h/DSC02717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQvuVntNI/AAAAAAAAATw/fbyIKXL0nPU/s320/DSC02717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398497359156458706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQvsBcw4I/AAAAAAAAATo/rPzi1JLsCh8/s1600-h/DSC02716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQvsBcw4I/AAAAAAAAATo/rPzi1JLsCh8/s320/DSC02716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398497358534984578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, so sorry about the quality! i tried. obviously i couldn't do everybody coz it was taking me SO long. :) but i hope you guys like it. :) hahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stress how much you all mean to me. :) thankyou for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + blogs with whiteboards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, I LOVE YOU ALL. :) and even if you weren't mentioned. YOU ARE NOT LOVED ANY LESS. I HAVE LIMITED HAND USE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5026251937406911478?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5026251937406911478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/mushaboom-mushabooom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5026251937406911478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5026251937406911478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/mushaboom-mushabooom.html' title='mushaboom mushabooom..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SutQvZ-YPAI/AAAAAAAAATg/tE-XxSbiu_0/s72-c/DSC02715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7568496803338997255</id><published>2009-10-30T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:26:24.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby are you down, down, down, down, down?</title><content type='html'>title: down - jay sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i l0ve this song. it's amazing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning world, (well, small proportion that read my blog)&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to feist. i've just bought three albums from itunes with the voucher dad gave me for my birthday. i bought 'daughtry' - chris daughtry's new album, '500 days of summer' - the soundtrack, and 'on a clear night' - missy higgins most recent compilation. i really want newton faulkeners new album too eventually, and a couple films, but i'll have to get a few more vouchers for that. :) i'm gonna try and use limewire less now. i feel artists need proper support and all the album artwork and stuff is already there and correct, and the quality is so so much better!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the song 'mushaboom' by feist is so amazing and is rapidly becoming my favourite song. :) i'm really annoyed with my ipod though, that they can only sync to one computer, i have to re-download all of my songs. :(&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the blog.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's my birthday, in twodays! :) SWEET 16 FTW.&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaay. :) ahh i love birthdays.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways, for halloween we're gonna do a beach party. but we're only allowed 20 people because apparently else the police will come. which btw, i think is stupid because it's not like we're doing anything stupid. but it's like compulsary. but it's okay coz we're only gonna have like 20 anyways. :]&lt;br /&gt;SO tomorrow is halloween. and in true spirit.. everyone is dressing up. if you want more deetails then text me. :)&lt;br /&gt;it's like.. a matter of moments before i turn sixteen. i still can't get over this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm totally supposed to be doing coursework right now and my will power in just gone. but i'm staying in today because i care about my education and i'm definately going to start in a few moments. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try and blog on hly's pc tomorrow. :) staying there tomorrow night, i'll give you the full halloween update, hopefully with pictures. if not, you'll get the whole birthday/halloween SHABANG on monday onwards. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay safe over halloween guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. mum, do you still want me to make a pumpkin pie? i'll see if i can find a recipe. :)&lt;br /&gt;pps. so excited about my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7568496803338997255?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7568496803338997255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-are-you-down-down-down-down-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7568496803338997255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7568496803338997255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-are-you-down-down-down-down-down.html' title='baby are you down, down, down, down, down?'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5190214618783162854</id><published>2009-10-28T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:13:17.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with the white keys, you created a symphony, which painted a picture of pure imagery..</title><content type='html'>title: blossom (meant to be) - kat acott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg i wrote a song. proud much. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello guys. it's been a whole week since i've blogged. woah, that's awful for me.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new hat, wrote a song, completed a week of work experience, got a certificate, planned halloween (in the proccess) bought some roasties, made brownies + cookies, spent ten pounds on ingredients for the above AND stayed at loz's and visa versa, all since last wednesday. oh and not forgetting completing one piece of A3 geography coursework. :)&lt;br /&gt;so a fair bit. littulchina is a busybee lately.&lt;br /&gt;i've also had a fair few train rides. i actually love the train. it's so beautiful on a sunny day. i have a brilliant idea for a video blog soon so you should see that on here once i do it. and i'm getting a camera for my birthday so hopefully that can be used too. (thankyou mummy).&lt;br /&gt;i realised today how much money i actually spend on train tickets. it's so much. i swear, they rob you dry. but they're so damn worth it, it's unreal. so tbh, i'm happy with that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to jason reeves, suprise suprise. really loving his song 'entwined' at the moment. as lauren says, i've become extremely music based lately. my love for both this and fashion has rekindled and i'm glad to say i feel happier than ever lately. i'll be so glad to go back to cool. a fresh year of my life, a fresh new outlook. lovely. :) i'm going to miss you fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;so it's my birthday on sunday. i'm having a meal with my closest friends. admittedly, not all of them, due to the issue of numbers, and a lot of people i'd love to be there just can't attend (kim).&lt;br /&gt;i'm also dead excited for christmas. i can't wait to share it with my family. i'm anticipating the arrival of my baby sister, and everything's very happy happy at the momento.&lt;br /&gt;halloween on saturday night also. the arranging and planning is driving me crazy! gig, beach party, other party, trick or treat, STAY AT HOME? who knows? i'm up for the impulsive decision. i'm just glad i have so many lovely friends to make plans with. :) too happy? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a blog of reason, a blog of none, actually. but so worth the thought-spilling madness.&lt;br /&gt;hope to blog again tomorrow. :) meeting alex, need a catch up with her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + the pursuit of happyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5190214618783162854?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5190214618783162854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-white-keys-you-created-symphony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5190214618783162854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5190214618783162854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-white-keys-you-created-symphony.html' title='with the white keys, you created a symphony, which painted a picture of pure imagery..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3727486740406045039</id><published>2009-10-21T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:03:15.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're inches from my finger tips, i've come as close as i can get, i'm reaching, but the rest is up to you..</title><content type='html'>title: reaching - jason reeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay i really wasn't joking about jason reeves. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how are you my little monkey droppings? awesome? i thought so. :)&lt;br /&gt;i just checked my followers and found some girl called cleo. if you read this. HELLO! :) do i know you? haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to today. :) MUM before i forget, we NEED to ring honeymoon about my birthday menu, DON'T FORGET coz i'll forget to ask and i keep forgetting to tell you. :)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. today we had a presentation about the roles in the criminal justice system. i thought it was really interesting though dull at stages. i also got to see the bunker at the courts. i would never even know there WAS a nuclear bunker there unless someone told me. :) they just use it as a big filing cabinet now. but i was like WOAH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to chipmunk - oopsy daisy. it's such a typically rnb tune. but it's dope and i love it. :) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;'girl it's like round and round i go' hahaha, sounds familiar? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've just come back to this blog after like half an hour. what a fail.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what's happening so i'm just gonna go for..&lt;br /&gt;SQUISH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that seemed to have created a big fat hole of awkwardness nicely. :) so what is there to report in chinaland? oh yes! it's my birthday in.. okay, i'm not cool enough to count days, NEXT SUNDAY. :) any you know what that means? i've been alive for 16 whole years. :) does that mean i get 16 cupcakes? :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i love the way i have nothing interesting to blog about so i'm spontaneously firing my mindset at you guys. :) but it's okay coz that's how we role in katplanet.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i've just created a universe of planets based on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so with that LOVELY update. i've got people to call and a work experience leaflet to fill in all before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;will try to update daily from today (fingers crossed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + the universe of fallen stars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3727486740406045039?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3727486740406045039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-inches-from-my-finger-tips-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3727486740406045039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3727486740406045039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-inches-from-my-finger-tips-ive.html' title='you&apos;re inches from my finger tips, i&apos;ve come as close as i can get, i&apos;m reaching, but the rest is up to you..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4359560346183422249</id><published>2009-10-19T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:52:03.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not over 'til it's over, sometimes nowhere leads to somewhere..</title><content type='html'>title: the end - jason reeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love jason reeves. fact.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;'it's not over 'til it's over, every ending's a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;one more chance to get it right, one more chance to get it wrong.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i haven't blogged in so long. i know, i know. what's new right? i've been so busy, and with blogs i totally have to be in the zone. but then i'm just a dork so that's natural. (;&lt;br /&gt;it's my birthday next sunday! i know! sweet sixteen. boy, do i hope so?! :)&lt;br /&gt;i've had my first day of my work experience week at the HMCS today. it was a really good court case in magestrates based on ABH today. :) i can't say much because of confidentiality, but it was awesome nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;mummy! if you read this call me! i have things to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;anyways. that's taken up the majority of my thinking cap time. :) other than that not much has happened to update you on. me and hly had a cool sleepover last friday. this weekend i plan on finally meeting up with shan again and seeing loz again who, for a best friend, i haven't seen in WAY too long. :( miss you bubs! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;'but it's such a scary place to be,&lt;br /&gt;everything is inbetween,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to go from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking today of meanings. :)&lt;br /&gt;i know, well for me, personally, there's a lot of 'things' whether they be songs, items, words, or even lyrics that remind me of certain things. and i think it's fair to say that's present in everybody. but it's only &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; that can say what that means. i think you can never really know someone until you know them well. :) i think having these 'things' which for now we'll name 'bonds' with them creates a passage that only you have to a persons heart. and when you have that is when you really know them. :) i'm glad i have such a widespread family, both relations and my family of friends. :) my stars, fallen down. :)&lt;br /&gt;it's quarter to 12. i need to be at my work experience by 9.15am tomorrow morning. oh no. better sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;'it all starts again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;in the end'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111th post. now officially squishied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love, hugs + sleepydreamers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4359560346183422249?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4359560346183422249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-over-til-its-over-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4359560346183422249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4359560346183422249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-over-til-its-over-sometimes.html' title='it&apos;s not over &apos;til it&apos;s over, sometimes nowhere leads to somewhere..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-2205313136471165049</id><published>2009-10-14T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:06:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no doublin' back, doublin' back now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/StY0abTX9rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aoCJ6aqnb2I/s1600-h/DSC02697.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/StY0aCWCcVI/AAAAAAAAATI/UzrF22iaRPQ/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392555225733296466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/StY0aCWCcVI/AAAAAAAAATI/UzrF22iaRPQ/s320/DSC02696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; title: no doubling back - jason mraz. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love this song. it's so beautiful. heard it about two minutes ago. it's on spotify, have a listen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a topic of great importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was flicking through an old album. these are the best moments of my family as i remember them. i wanted to share them before they fade. it made me sit in great awe at the invention of photography because without it memories would fade a lot quicker. although i'm never going to have my family like this again, and don't get me wrong, i love my family now, i just like to cherish those memories from when i was a little china. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the pictures are really bad focus. but we didn't have the best camera, and i took these from my phone. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392555232433010354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/StY0abTX9rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aoCJ6aqnb2I/s320/DSC02697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh c'mon mum, we were the coolest, you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; it's true. :) i've never known such an amazing family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392555209791356210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/StY0ZG9LvTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8ZSLXNP_HDM/s320/DSC02694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;chris. you don't even read my blogs. hahhaa. but you were my rock, when no one else was, even when you didn't realise it. :) thankyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392555218144524098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/StY0ZmEu90I/AAAAAAAAATA/D2gIO_GLLhQ/s320/DSC02695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;mummy. you're my constant. okay, so this picture ONLY shows my interest in fish. :) but you're the person that's ALWAYS ALWAYS been there, even when everybody left just me and you. haha. :) i love you mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad - my stupid laptop just froze on the pictures and won't let me upload anymore. :( but i love you. i miss the times when everything was so uncomplicated. i hope i don't lose you. well not forever atleast. thankyou for everything. i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's been loads of quotes on 'family' or atleast what people percieve that word to be. to me family is what you make of it. i know people closer than ever to their closest relatives, and i also know people who couldn't be further away. each with their own reason, family is something that changes everybody's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me? i love all of my family, as big as it has now grown to be. but i won't ever forget the times when it was just the 'fantastic' four. i miss those days, and i won't deny that. but i love every member of my family lots + lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to end the blog with a quote. i thought about the most family orientated person i could. and who else could it have been? this isn't a quote on family, but what many people think is the bond that seals a family - love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;let us dream of tomorrow where we can truely love from the soul, and know love as the ultimate truth at the heart of all creation. - &lt;strong&gt;michael jackson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rest in peace michael jackson. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, hugs + stars, falling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. everybody has bad days, weeks, moments, minutes. but they're always followed by good moments. and without the bad where would we be? as long as you have the right people pulling you through, anything is possible. even the highest of walls, the trickiest of assault courses + the hardest obstacles. kim, i hope you're okay. :) i love you cuz. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s. thankyou. to all my friends and family, who make my blogs worth writing, and who i dedicate every single one to. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-2205313136471165049?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/2205313136471165049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-doublin-back-doublin-back-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/2205313136471165049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/2205313136471165049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-doublin-back-doublin-back-now.html' title='no doublin&apos; back, doublin&apos; back now..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/StY0aCWCcVI/AAAAAAAAATI/UzrF22iaRPQ/s72-c/DSC02696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7064904757977358958</id><published>2009-10-11T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:27:13.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and i'm just waiting for the droplets, the droplets..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;title: droplets - colbie caillat + jason reeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. this song is amazing. i'm not even joking. + i've fully developed a love for jason reeves. he's got such an awesome voice. win all round methinks. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm sorry i'm blogging so infrequently, i've been ill and haven't had the energy, but i'm back! i've decided i'm going to delete my tumblr because i don't really like it and then i can blog more on here. :)&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i spent two hours of my day running around with charlie while paul was mowing the lawn. then we lied under the tree. :) it was fun. i love charlie. he's cute. he thinks he's so big, when he's so damn little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391406819502287714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/StIf7_wNa2I/AAAAAAAAASw/0x4m7TcWYeU/s320/littlebigcharlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;there he is. :) unfortunately the pictures were only taken on my phone, which is WHY i can't wait 'til my birthday to get my camera. :) which will probably have a lot better quality *big grin*. anyways. i was watching x factor last night and decided i don't like dani anymore. bitch. :)also. i looove ollie murs. :) i never realised how much until last night. AND lucy daniels, jamie archer + rachael aderdiji or whatever. but does anyone else think that lloyd daniels is waaaay cute? :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'ma go. watching priviliged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love, hugs + rainfall,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7064904757977358958?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7064904757977358958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-my-head-is-in-cloud-of-rain-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7064904757977358958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7064904757977358958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-my-head-is-in-cloud-of-rain-and.html' title='and my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and i&apos;m just waiting for the droplets, the droplets..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/StIf7_wNa2I/AAAAAAAAASw/0x4m7TcWYeU/s72-c/littlebigcharlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-688705889554811795</id><published>2009-10-09T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:55:12.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr i hear you say?</title><content type='html'>hello everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;i made a tumblr account! :o&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i don't REALLY understand it yet, and i don't think i'm going to move my blog there permanently.. but i MAY do.&lt;br /&gt;for now, it's just a second blog! so if i haven't posted here then check there, it's a LOT better and i can upload videos too. there'll be a lot more posts too, more than a certain amount per week, more like a couple a day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starsfallingdown.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.starsfallingdown.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out. :) i need verdicts so hit me up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-688705889554811795?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/688705889554811795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/tumblr-i-hear-you-say.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/688705889554811795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/688705889554811795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/tumblr-i-hear-you-say.html' title='tumblr i hear you say?'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-8233943138043081187</id><published>2009-10-08T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:10:11.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shnufflemonsters.</title><content type='html'>title: the first thing that just came into my head. weird but beautiful people, weird but beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallo!&lt;br /&gt;okay, TWO main points to express to you my gorgeous piles of readers. okay maybe not piles? handfuls? WHATEVER, anyways.. brace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SWINE FLU. :o&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know what you're thinking, typical kat. you're suprised that you're NOT suprised right? me too tbh, i was like great, trust me, of ALL people. silly china. :P&lt;br /&gt;anyways, not gonna go into depressing detail about that, basically i feel disgusting and typically very poorly, but i'm not the only one and i'm sure you all know someone who has had or has the virus so it's okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;main point number two i hear you cry?!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT INTO THE MAJESTRATES COURT LAW WORK EXPERIENCE WEEK THINGY! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm not sure that anyone just understood that. but i applied for it and only four people get the placement out of north devon students and i got accepted WOO! :) work paid off :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that not much to report. i'm on my old laptop as my new one DIED epically.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not allowed in school so i have nothing to do tomorrow, and i'm gonna go coz i feel sick haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's the hoedown throwdown on my situation.&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys have a cool weekend + stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + tamiflu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-8233943138043081187?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8233943138043081187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/shnufflemonsters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8233943138043081187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8233943138043081187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/shnufflemonsters.html' title='shnufflemonsters.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1049387070755004744</id><published>2009-10-07T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:21:57.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no..</title><content type='html'>title: katy perry - hot n cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title is merely how i'm feeling at the moment. maybe not as upbeat as the rhythm suggests, but certainly reflecting off the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;so here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;i've been 'ill' for like three months now on and off, and i've not missed one day of school for it because it's never got that bad really. but then last night it suddenly all caught up with me. i feel like.. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what it is. i have the poundiest headache in the world, the rawest throat EVER and i'm all dizzy, let alone the amount of phlegm i'm coughing up. :( (sorry for the minor details).&lt;br /&gt;so under mummy's order, i had to skip school today. which i don't think i really could have faced anyways. but you know.&lt;br /&gt;i'ma DEFINATELY be in tomorrow. okay so maybe not definately because right now i feel like i've eaten a horse and THEN puked it up along with all of my internal organs. but i'ma trrry! because i have a history essaaay AND today i'm missing food. :( damn illness.&lt;br /&gt;as it happens, there's like more than HALF of the school ill i SWEAR it. has anyone else noticed that? i don't know what it is but i hope it goes soon coz i don't like being ill. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that rant about how ill i am (not THAT ill honest. :)) there is other news.&lt;br /&gt;so despite feeling VERY sick, it was really nice to be able to go out for dinner and a movie with mummy last night. ( i really missed you mom! ) we went to prezzo for pizza (but i had salad coz i wasn't feeling so good) and it was YUM. then we went to see 'fame' which was also in my opinion REALLY good. but mum said the original was tonnes better. so i'll have to watch that when i can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i know i haven't blogged in like a week. this is because i've been SO busy with coursework it's hard to even find the time. and the annoying thing about missing school today is that i'ma have to catch up on ALL of that work too. along with somehow trying to go to the A*-C grade college meeting tomorrow as i'm missing it today. *sigh* i hate being off school. it's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm starting to feel pretty ill again. typically. i need to sleep or something.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully see everybody tomorrow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + optimism,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1049387070755004744?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1049387070755004744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-hot-then-youre-cold-youre-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1049387070755004744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1049387070755004744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-hot-then-youre-cold-youre-yes.html' title='you&apos;re hot then you&apos;re cold, you&apos;re yes then you&apos;re no..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7535056279283875990</id><published>2009-10-02T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:03:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what about now? what about today?</title><content type='html'>title: what about now? - chris daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this title made me think. what &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; now? i mean, people speak so much about their future when a lot of us are taking forgranted what we have right now. what is already special to us. we need to cherish that sometimes, because you never know when everything can flip 180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning extra early so i could grab breakfast before school. and i flicked on the news.&lt;br /&gt;all that appeared to be the main stories were just devestation. tsunami? earthquakes? i mean, if i were in the philippines now i couldn't imagine the pain i would be going through. i always thought of these places as like.. foreign and nothing to do with me. little did i make the connection that there are people OUR age, JUST like me out there. i mean, yeah, it's VERY unlikely that a random tsunami is gonna hit devon tomorrow. even england is a definate no. but think about it. that morning those teens were going out to school. JUST like me this morning. although theirs didn't involve watching the devestation. it involved &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to donate to the philippines and to help them build a better life for themselves after this tragedy then you can go online. at &lt;a href="http://unicef.payeasy.ph/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;http://unicef.payeasy.ph/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to donate if i have any left over money this month. if not to this then to SOME charity. i always donate my spare change to charity boxes now. i think every little thing can make a difference to someone's life. i've also been trying to do more for other people lately. :) as good deeds means good karma. :)&lt;br /&gt;i wish the philippines the BEST of love. :) they deserve their lives back quick as. if you guys care about their devestation. don't sit back and thank your lucky stars it isn't you. because one day, it just &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hugs, + devestation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7535056279283875990?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7535056279283875990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-about-now-what-about-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7535056279283875990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7535056279283875990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-about-now-what-about-today.html' title='what about now? what about today?'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7977659960372461821</id><published>2009-09-27T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:52:27.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come on paint me a rainbow, so i can follow it. i don't know where it'll take me, but i like wonderin'..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;title: rainbow - colbie caillat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i &lt;em&gt;looove&lt;/em&gt; colbie caillat at the moment. again. she's so amazing and makes awesome study music. which by the way, is what my life has been consisting of the past couple of days. now some of you may think this sucks. but it's actually okay, especially since today was pretty relaxing and yesterday was spent working with my best friend. all is well it acottland. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's sunday, and do you know what that means? POSTSECRET. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the good thing is, i know i said i dind't like last weeks and i reckon that postsecret were SAVING the amazing ones for this week, as i love them all and can't pick my favourite. so i narrowed it down to my favourite TWO and if you want to see the rest you have to visit; &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;www.postsecret.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386202074367710194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sr-iP9Mo0_I/AAAAAAAAASM/T76jRW7eEE0/s320/weeds.jpg" /&gt;okay so this made me think loads. it's not the most lovely of secrets. but it's one the women needed to expose. it made me really realise how much the economy does affect families. i know that only the little things like changing the brand of something we buy may be all the change that we as individuals make, but for others they aren't so lucky. this women is fighting the only way she knows she can. and although in a horrible way, she has her reasons. it made me realise how lucky i am to have a family that hasn't been hit this hard over our countries current economic society. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386202082367721730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sr-iQa__UQI/AAAAAAAAASU/6KmuivLbW1k/s320/Frisco...Iknow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, on a lighter note. this is the most adorable postsecret i have ever read. i love the determination of the person. hey, wouldn't everyone want a guy like this? :) it's so adorable. it's the way people are willing to risk everything and anything in a last minute hope to get what they want. i think you can apply this to almost anything. it needn't be love or money. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on with the rest of the blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you just hate decisions? i hate having to make them lately. it's so energy draining i swear. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the work front, i've got 4 pages of maths, 3 of history, 2 A3 sheets of food, half an english essay + a german future tense sheet completed for this week. you see normally? that would make me ecstatic. but i still have an art homework, a geography courseowork question + not to mention what will be set THIS week to complete. i regret when i said ''i barely get any coursework'' as it appears that backfired on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for the 'her majesties court service' work placement. i've decided i probably haven't got in due to the lack of letter from them i have recieved. if there isn't one by the end of this week i'm gonna take it as i haven't. damn it. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;annnyyways&lt;/em&gt; some of you may have noticed some kid called 'eric' has commented on my previous post asking if i'll do some advertising for him. i checked it all out and decided 60 quid is rubbish money for making my blog into some random up advertising campaign and i'm therefore not going to accept his offer. so don't keep reminding me. oh + i don't wanna give mybank details to a stranger. but it's fine. it was awesome to have the offer. even if just by chance. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna leave you guys with a quote from dustin. this dude on my twitter who i'm following that is suffering from severe heart problems + has a very short life expectancy. he comes out with the best art (music, art and writing-wise) and the most inspirational quotes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'stress in life comes from making things more important than they really are. failure comes from making those things less important.' - dustin kessler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, hugs + indefinate confusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7977659960372461821?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7977659960372461821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-on-paint-me-rainbow-so-i-can.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7977659960372461821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7977659960372461821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-on-paint-me-rainbow-so-i-can.html' title='come on paint me a rainbow, so i can follow it. i don&apos;t know where it&apos;ll take me, but i like wonderin&apos;..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sr-iP9Mo0_I/AAAAAAAAASM/T76jRW7eEE0/s72-c/weeds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4256204272384207982</id><published>2009-09-23T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:47:33.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not the way that it should end, it's the way it should begin..</title><content type='html'>title: begin again - colbie caillat.&lt;br /&gt;because everybody has the right to &lt;em&gt;begin again&lt;/em&gt;. or maybe even just look at life in a different way. it's all about &lt;em&gt;perspective.&lt;/em&gt; maybe judgemental people are those blind to real treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the definition of 'admire' on the internet is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;admire - to regard with pleasure + wonder.&lt;br /&gt;i can think of so many people that come under this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i've been a real grump about everything. feeling down because everything was getting too much. but after having a conversation with one of my very close friends, it's given me a new perspective on things. my admiration for bravery has grown + i think i'm going to cherish life so much more. when looking at people you never become aware to what they might be feeling, why they might act the way they do. not &lt;em&gt;attitude issues &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;behaviour problems.&lt;/em&gt; i think there's a lot more to a person than a diagnosis. i think i'm going to judge people a lot less now. for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the definition of 'perspective' on the internet is:&lt;br /&gt;a way of regarding situations or topics.&lt;br /&gt;:) i like that. we should regard them in many perspectives though, not just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than all of this, i think i've learnt more about myself in one evening than i have in a long time tonight. it's strange, the human mind. but so's life. even with it's ups and downs, you &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to admit. it's bloody brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the definition of 'happiness'?&lt;br /&gt;enjoying or showing joy or pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like this one. you can't define happiness. you just have to think of that time that you were genuinly on top of the world. you got it yet? no? think harder.&lt;br /&gt;how about now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you see that? THAT is happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep well squishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + new perspectives,&lt;br /&gt;your friend, foe + observant chilli fry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4256204272384207982?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4256204272384207982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-not-way-that-it-should-end-its.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4256204272384207982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4256204272384207982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-not-way-that-it-should-end-its.html' title='this is not the way that it should end, it&apos;s the way it should begin..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1729457217277236130</id><published>2009-09-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:34:01.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're just ordinary people.</title><content type='html'>title: ordinary people - john legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title is basically just because we &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;ordinary people. simple as. nothing more, nothing less. i mean, they say we're all equal. that's rubbish, we're not. but i believe there's no need to be &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; when we're beautiful as we are. &lt;em&gt;just ordinary people..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i was thinking about determination. it all came about with the smallest thing. i was walking to the bus station after school. and i knew if i didn't walk very fast then i would miss my bus. and i was walking so fast and was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;focused on getting there, that i was completely oblivious to the fact that it was raining; and i mean really raining. i was so suprised! i was like 'omg!' i never even noticed the rain. it's the smallest example ever but it's strange that maybe being oblivious to things can sometimes be a good thing? because it makes us aware to only our goals, and that we will go through and past every wrong turn, just following that one straight road to success, without even noticing the people who refuse to believe. just made me think. what are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; gonna let stand in your way? what/who would you fight for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love dreaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i didn't do much. just a usual day of school. i was very tired. i seem to be getting even more tired in school days lately. i think cups of tea and bus naps are keeping me awake at the moment. going to try and get earlier nights. but that's hard with as many things to do in the evenings. i'm very much looking forward to this friday + saturday. it'll be great to be at the beach with all of my best friends. finally all of us having a great weekend together, and a rest at that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just take this moment to send love to everyone that supports me everyday of my life. i swear i don't say it enough. blog readers, best friends, family, squishes. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also thinking. i have a french dictionary + a german dictionary, but i don't even have an english one? i think that i really need to focus on learning more about my own languages as well as exploring others. it made me think about people. i mean we always judge people before sorting our own lives out. it's funny right? i mean c'mon, when was the last time you judged someone on something you know you are guilty for? ha. life is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go and relax, be happy + listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading. you lovely bunch of happy.&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + dictionaries.&lt;br /&gt;because people to me are undefinable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1729457217277236130?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1729457217277236130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-just-ordinary-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1729457217277236130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1729457217277236130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-just-ordinary-people.html' title='we&apos;re just ordinary people.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-8089717280124889592</id><published>2009-09-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:30:43.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want you to know that it doesn't matter where we take this road, someone's got to go..</title><content type='html'>title: already gone - kelly clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the title song. i totally forgot it even existed until my cousin sent it to me this evening. re kindled love for it. thanks kim. :)&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i've had a VERY stressful day. due to the fact that i found out about the law work experience week TODAY. and guess when the deadline for application was? TODAY! but i want a place SO bad. so i insisted on getting the information from ms thomas, and then i spent my WHOLE lunchtime writing up my CV and my letter of application. then i had to RUN up 8 floors of the civic centre after school, to the magestrates' court's office and handed it ALL in ten minutes before the deadline. even THEN the guy said the women i needed wasn't in anymore. but i was like ''BUT THE DEADLINE IS TODAY?!'' and he goes ''don't worry, i'll timestamp it for you''. so i was like SO thankful to that guy. hopefully 'Ms S Gilbert' realises how much i want this. i wish it was an interview so i could REALLY show her. the chances of me getting into the week of courtship is VERY unlikely, as it's ALL of the school in north devon, and they are only picking four students. but i knew if i didn't apply then i would only be kicking myself for never knowing. so i'm glad i have, even if i don't get a place. :)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. other than that stressful section of my day, i've done like.. nothing. haha. well i played with charlie, and he's all worn out now. i also watched the sun going down, and ate a couple frubes. but other than that, i think i should get started on my COURSEWORK. which i have realised i DO have. and then i need to eat my dinner + tell my mum the law story. everyone keep your fingers crossed for me, coz lets be honest, i'm &lt;em&gt;shitting&lt;/em&gt; myself. :P&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow brings triple science. nicht gut. alright with the group i have though. (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired..&lt;br /&gt;and by the looks of charlie? i'm not the only one.. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383989010201806354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SrfFequvhhI/AAAAAAAAASE/fU5t-VDFGCU/s320/stillasleep.jpg" /&gt;love, hugs and tartan blankies. &lt;p&gt;oh + good luck wishes. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-8089717280124889592?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8089717280124889592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-you-to-know-that-it-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8089717280124889592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8089717280124889592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-you-to-know-that-it-doesnt.html' title='i want you to know that it doesn&apos;t matter where we take this road, someone&apos;s got to go..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SrfFequvhhI/AAAAAAAAASE/fU5t-VDFGCU/s72-c/stillasleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1925287854429442158</id><published>2009-09-20T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:31:41.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy at you.</title><content type='html'>title: my own ponderings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so here's the thing..&lt;br /&gt;i was brushing my teeth this morning and was pondering over random words. i was thinking.. what rule is there that means that you have to be happy &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; someone? or.. dissapointed&lt;strong&gt; in&lt;/strong&gt; someone? how about angry &lt;strong&gt;at&lt;/strong&gt; someone. i think it's funny how they always have their own individual words. so i decided that today i was gonna be happy at someone. not with them. :) maybe tomorrow i'ma be angry in you? :S :D afterall who says you can't mix up the english language. it's all about your own style, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news.. guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's my hundredth post today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't ENTIRELY sure about what to do, as i don't really have amazing ideas.. :P&lt;br /&gt;but! i thought, what a better way to celebrate 100 posts of love, than with the people who make me WANT to blog. my best friends, and best family. :) so here goes, a list of ABSOLUTELY EVERYBODY i can think of that has inspired me in my thoughts, maybe not in my WHOLE life, but certainly in the last few months to a year. :) and some with just how they've done it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum (being my absolute rock, always) dad (for never giving up) chris (for being there, always) paul (because new family is just as good as old) matthew + amy (coz kids can teach you more about yourself than YOU sometimes) kim (thankyou for ALWAYS being there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ the friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren (my ALL time best friend in the world. i love you) maddy (my inspiration) nickie (my admiration) hly (my thought provoker) bex (my long time BEST friend) heidi (my sister) jess rumer sadie (that night :D thankyou) hannah char lucy shan emma joe kirsten laura ria (thankyou) stevie (seeing the world in a different point of view :D) betty izzy ash amy immy kirsten kerrie katy (job finder much? HA) jade rosie rosie emily emily martina stroudy tom tim ross bry (thankyou) rachael bellis rachael broome *jeni jen hollie alex sophie cecylia georgie amy* ( for teaching me more about myself than ever) matt sam d aaron josh ryan m mollie nicole chris tom jack alice ben will george izzy d tom c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay there's probably a ZILLION more. but i forget SO easily coz i'm AWFUL. and i can guarantee you i've actually missed somebody the CLOSEST to me. coz i'm THAT awful. but it's fine because you'll learn to forgive me. :)&lt;br /&gt;i know a LOT of those people i've probably only had contact with BRIEFLY but a lot of them made me THINK more than they know, so that's why. it's all personal so don't ask me 'omg why is ........ on there?' because they've personally made a difference to &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; life, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. that's my dedication. if your name is on there, and even if it ISN'T but you know you mean the world to me, then THANKYOU for being there, and making a difference in my life, ultimately making THIS blog real for me.&lt;br /&gt;also music had been a MASSIVE part of it, so if i could thank the INVENTOR of music then i would ;)&lt;br /&gt;oh + teachers. i know it's really wierd, but they have a huge impact on what i do, so thanks. :) BWAHAA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. on to my regular part of the blog.. (btw, i know this is really long) :P&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i just went on postsecret and none of the secrets actually stood out to me this week, so i'm not going to blog any until next week. :) sorry! :(&lt;br /&gt;ALSO. i'm looking forward to this weekend, sleepover with loz, DOUBLE TIME :) can't wait. should probably ask mum about that actually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently listening to priscilla ahn, who hannah showed me. she's an amazing singer. :) i'm glad i have spotify tbh. i need to start a conversation with maddy in a minute too. i feel deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, just been eating grapefruit, playing with charlie, watching x factor etc today, never made the boiled egg in the end, had scrambled instead. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, gonna dash. :)&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs + one hundred POSTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks + squishes..&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1925287854429442158?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1925287854429442158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-at-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1925287854429442158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1925287854429442158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-at-you.html' title='happy at you.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1752937835800212477</id><published>2009-09-19T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:50:51.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you make it easy, as easy as one, two.. one, two, three, four..</title><content type='html'>title: 1, 2, 3, 4 - plain white t's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my title is a VERY good song. one of which i love greatly because it makes me happy. AND i just learnt it on piano so smiles all around i think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do much today, in fact i had planned to have a weekend just in the house because i'm always out. so that's what i have done. and tomorrow i plan on making myself a boiled egg as late breakfast, playing with the puppy and learning something new on piano. i shall then check sunday secrets on postsecret - followed by blogging them, on what will be my 100th post. wowza. very excited. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;must think of something special to do. if you have anything then feel free to post your ideas. i already have a few. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, after a WHOLE day at home, i spontaneously decided - or rather was convinced, by nickie, to go to the carnival. :) so i did. it was okay, nothing AMAZING, but it was nice to see everyone, and GET OUT. and i got a chicken burger and my bestfriends won so YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, not much happenning. i got a train at like 9pm all by myself today though. i was proud of myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go. tired. :) i'm excited about my lie in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yawns + carnival balloons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1752937835800212477?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1752937835800212477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-make-it-easy-as-easy-as-one-two-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1752937835800212477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1752937835800212477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-make-it-easy-as-easy-as-one-two-one.html' title='you make it easy, as easy as one, two.. one, two, three, four..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7119512206277534776</id><published>2009-09-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:31:16.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i do it for love.</title><content type='html'>title: bottle it up - sara bareilles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song, such a feel good song. but at the same time it's lyrics are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i've also been repeatedly listening to the forrest gump tune. it's amazing. i know i've already said it, but the notes speak a thousand words. trust me. alan silvestri. god bless you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is all about thoughts + thinkables. it's also about motivation, inspiration + admiration. words that in the past few days, i'd never assigned a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; definition to.&lt;br /&gt;so lets begin at the start. because lets be honest, that's always the best place..&lt;br /&gt;i think more than ever, people have been thinking very hard about their lives. analysing themselves and questioning who they &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; are. it's all too easy to be who you want to be, certainly easier than finding who you &lt;em&gt;are.&lt;/em&gt; i think this final year is about self discovery. i'm so excited to see who i become; who i am, and to do it with all of my favourite people is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;motivation is something i didn't think could be defined in a deeper way than just being told ''you can do it'' or just a simple pat on the back. it's funny how music, lyrics or otherwise can say so much more than anyone else could.&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration has come so very much closer to home. my best friends. my mummy, and this time? my daddy too. you've all made me inspired to BE something. to make something of myself. and everyday i am inspired to do something new, somehing &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;. like this blog for example. :)&lt;br /&gt;and finally, admiration. there's been a lot of personal issues around lately. testing everyone to their personal core and pushing them past their threshold. i admire the way certain people have been able to pull through their crap, and still have time to support others. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that's my awesome hardcore blog for today.&lt;br /&gt;i love you dad.&lt;br /&gt;i love you friends.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE you mum. (always).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, who is YOUR inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, hugs, thoughts + thinkables.&lt;br /&gt;just do it for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7119512206277534776?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7119512206277534776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-it-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7119512206277534776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7119512206277534776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-it-for-love.html' title='i do it for love.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1232856781514871765</id><published>2009-09-16T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:06:26.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me, did you sail across the sun? did you make it to the milky way..</title><content type='html'>title: drops of jupiter - train.&lt;br /&gt;i love love LOVE the title of this song. :) a drop of jupiter is such a beautiful image. i wish i could have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've spent my evening on call to maddy :) who i have missed HUGELY over the last few months, and am proud to call my lovely friend. :) thanks for everything baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;i've also just listened to the forrest gump soundtrack, if you haven't already heard it it is VERY VERY good; a must hear piano piece.&lt;br /&gt;i also learnt hallelujah on piano and did a bit of jammin' with mads bwaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;so an all 'round extremely enjoyable evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on with the show (blog :S) haha.&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling VERY confused in terms of friendship and group changes at school lately. i swear to god everything and everyone either pisses me off or confuses me. tbh, i'm blaming either hormones or growth spurts, coz i'm telling you, this ain't natural ;).&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, it's not all happy happy at school atm. loving lesson time a million times more than any lunch or break-time. year eleven friendships are harder challenges than i first percieved them to be.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on the subject of music, if you haven't yet heard michael buble's new song 'haven't met you yet' then you MUST listen. i assume any person who regularly listens to the radio has heard it. :)&lt;br /&gt;which nicely rolls me towards my departure. i'ma leave you with a GORGEOUS set of lyrics by kinagrannis, who has just recorded a previous song acousticly on youtube. it's BEAUTIFUL and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics are as follows;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that the stars would have waited for us&lt;br /&gt;hanging on to the night, watching down below&lt;br /&gt;until we were hand in hand, together waiting for them&lt;br /&gt;and when i open my eyes i saw it too&lt;br /&gt;stars falling down, when i fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i love you. i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that the clouds like the laughter between us&lt;br /&gt;wanting to feel the warmth they're softly sinking down&lt;br /&gt;until the cover the streets just like a dreamland&lt;br /&gt;and right above us they part so that i see through&lt;br /&gt;stars falling down, and i fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i love you. i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) if you read them properly, they're gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;i'll link you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAIsGdJoqp0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAIsGdJoqp0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have any sense you'll watch and subscribe. support growing youtube artists. ;)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of puppy love, frubes + popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;a very confused, happy, and content;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1232856781514871765?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1232856781514871765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-me-did-you-sail-across-sun-did-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1232856781514871765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1232856781514871765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/tell-me-did-you-sail-across-sun-did-you.html' title='tell me, did you sail across the sun? did you make it to the milky way..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3988150834371972677</id><published>2009-09-13T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:48:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime..</title><content type='html'>title - lose yourself - eminem.&lt;br /&gt;i like the title song. it kind of fits what's going on for everyone in my year right now. i could swear we've had over 3 assembilies just explaining to us the importance we do well in our exams etc. it's stupid, don't they realise we already know? i know this opportunity has come to do amazingly, and i'ma seize it with both hands. :)&lt;br /&gt;so today we got a new PUPPY! charlie. i love him, lots + lots. haha. he's very very cute. well.. i'll let you see for yourself shall i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz0aS6VzQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/10MX6xkMMEg/s1600-h/charlie7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380944387391212802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz0aS6VzQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/10MX6xkMMEg/s320/charlie7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz0aDgdFDI/AAAAAAAAARs/sWL3spsLOcs/s1600-h/charlie5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380944383256106034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz0aDgdFDI/AAAAAAAAARs/sWL3spsLOcs/s320/charlie5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz0ZxMTkBI/AAAAAAAAARk/tNp-FJ8VDEY/s1600-h/charlie3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380944378339758098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz0ZxMTkBI/AAAAAAAAARk/tNp-FJ8VDEY/s320/charlie3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz0ZuO1zgI/AAAAAAAAARc/y4qcqzjujgw/s1600-h/charlie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380944377545084418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz0ZuO1zgI/AAAAAAAAARc/y4qcqzjujgw/s320/charlie2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you charlie! hahhaa. :) he's asleep at the moment, coz he got tired from all the playing. but it's okay. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;other than that not much has happened. loz stayed round last night, but that's nothing new. ;) it always happens. :) haha. we watched mean girls, or rather i watched it and made her watch it with me. and we ran out of ice cream so i nicked amy and matthew's munch bunch as revenge. MUAHAHA. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG i completely forgot aswell! YESTERDAY we went to the beach! it was SOOO GOOD. like.. 15 year 11's, all at the beach. was SO fun! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pictures?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=154338&amp;amp;id=614315490&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=154338&amp;amp;id=614315490&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they're ALL on there. taken mainly by nickie and hly on hly's camera. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;much love guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i also found this picture on my phone when i was uploading charlie pictures earlier, i kinda i like it! love you girls! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380947147083362146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz267kOL2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/MaLVYFVFZEA/s320/girls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay well that was a very picture-full blog. and i am now content that you stalkers are fulfilled. bwahaha jokes. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll leave you guys with more eminem, coz i know that you all need some motivation atm. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;''Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunityTo seize everything you ever wanted-One momentWould you capture it or just let it slip?''- eminem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right, gotta dash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;think about it. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;much love and puppies. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kat.&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/1572690505217073584-3988150834371972677?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3988150834371972677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-only-get-one-shot-do-not-miss-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3988150834371972677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3988150834371972677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-only-get-one-shot-do-not-miss-your.html' title='You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sqz0aS6VzQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/10MX6xkMMEg/s72-c/charlie7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-6801800426493694122</id><published>2009-09-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:47:21.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't see past the worst case scenario..</title><content type='html'>title: worst case scenario - the hoosiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i know this band was voted like worst band ever or something. which tbh is pretty harsh, but kinda true haha! anyways so i liked the song. not so much the band. but they're ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i've just come back to this blog after two hours haha. of watching derren brown and screaming at his unbelievable intelligence. i tell you my eyes were completely &lt;strong&gt;transfixed.&lt;/strong&gt; although, what scared me the most was that um, next week he's showing a short film to the nation through our tv screens to try and make us STICK TO OUOR SEATS. apparently once you're done watching you wont be able to get off from your sofa. which to me is a sdcary prospect, but one i cannot pass up. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides all of that, i know i haven't blogged since tuesday, and i'm sorry for that but i've been busy.. forgetting to blog. :) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm going to the beach. i've gotta get a bus that gets to barnstaple at 12.15, and the bus to saunton leaves at 12.20. so hopefully i'll get there in time to catch it, if not i guess i'll have to get one up by myself. :P&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL!&lt;br /&gt; also, going to dinner with dad on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT BE BOTHERED TO WRITE ANYMORE. sorry guys, got fanta to drink ad magic to watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love and bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-6801800426493694122?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/6801800426493694122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-cant-see-past-worst-case-scenario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/6801800426493694122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/6801800426493694122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-cant-see-past-worst-case-scenario.html' title='you can&apos;t see past the worst case scenario..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1650712884985233700</id><published>2009-09-08T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:00:07.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun is shining, it's a brand new day..</title><content type='html'>title: joshua radin - brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;i was on the bus today, wallowing in my own sorrow, as you do. haha, when this song came on. it's such an optimistic song and i love it. so that's why it's there today. coz today IS a brand new day. :)&lt;br /&gt;i remember there was lots i wanted to blog about, but i can't really remember what.&lt;br /&gt;i found the album my dad gave to my mum as a fourty-eth birthday present. i was looking through the pictures of my mummy as a child and me as a child and they are AWFULLY similar! :) my mummy was cute as a baby, i think that's where i get it? ;) hahahhaa, jokie pokie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i'll try and upload some of said pictures when i can. :P in the meantime, i didn't do my postsecret favourites this week! it's VERY good this week, you guys should check it out if you haven't already. &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379202671595853106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SqbEVF9NlTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vgeT2zBr8a0/s320/worth+it.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite was this one this week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it makes me smile because lots of people always go on about how the regret this that or the other. but to hear someone say that they do not regret EVEN the bad things, all because it led them to where/who they wanted to be or have. i think it's beautiful, and reading this made my day. i hope it made yours too. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i didn't do much today. i'm enjoying being back at school, i've just written up a whole new original writing for english in a hope to get a higher grade as my previous one was AWFUL. i think i've done pretty well. :) I also got my science grades today, a B + an A*. I was very happy with that. :) I also LOVE LOVE my science group. I MISSED YOU GUYS! :) got food tomorrow, with science, english + maths, not a bad day, i'm EXCITED. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gonna go continue watching jamie oliver now. i'm pretty hungry too. mum's not home and i can't be bothered to move yet though. meh, i'll just look at food instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lots of love and squishy gloop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1650712884985233700?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1650712884985233700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/sun-is-shining-its-brand-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1650712884985233700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1650712884985233700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/sun-is-shining-its-brand-new-day.html' title='the sun is shining, it&apos;s a brand new day..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SqbEVF9NlTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vgeT2zBr8a0/s72-c/worth+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5771776561928376106</id><published>2009-09-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:22:09.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you got a dream... you gotta protect it. people can't do somethin' themselves, they wanna tell you you can't do it. If you want somethin', go get it..</title><content type='html'>the title is a quote from my favourite movie, 'the pursuit of happyness'. i'm not sure how it became my favourite film, it just has been for quite a while now. i love this quote because it's so damn true. i've never had someone tell me i can't do something, but i know that if anyone ever tried telling me i couldn't do what i aspire to, i wouldn't listen, 'coz dreams are there to make reality. otherwise you would never have dreamt them up in the first place, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hello dear readers. my today has been, in one word, excellent. :) i've spent lots of time doing coursework, but it was so fun! okay, not so much the coursework, but instead of doing it in my room i did it with my mummy and step dad in the living room with me! and we had such a blast it was hilarious. oh, and with lauren on call of course. ;)&lt;br /&gt;nothing else has really happened, well actually, big progress has been made in some areas, things have changed, and secrets have been exposed, but all in all, it's been a brilliant sunday. :) and i didn't even have to leave the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloooopie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, that was random. BAHA! omg, that just got typed without me thinking. i'm gonna leave it there now. moohahaha! :)&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm bored, gonna continue talking to my friendies on msn. is it me or has msn got better lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, thought of the day for you guys..&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE THERE SO MANY WASPS?! I hate them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of hugs and wasp juice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5771776561928376106?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5771776561928376106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-got-dream-you-gotta-protect-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5771776561928376106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5771776561928376106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-got-dream-you-gotta-protect-it.html' title='you got a dream... you gotta protect it. people can&apos;t do somethin&apos; themselves, they wanna tell you you can&apos;t do it. If you want somethin&apos;, go get it..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3495477932792475915</id><published>2009-09-05T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:20:56.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breathe away..</title><content type='html'>the title is a quote from 'hitch', a film i watched for like the fifth time today. i loved this quote, and thought i had to write it somewhere as soon as i heard it. &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt; is somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today hasn't really been the best day of life ever. i was extremely looking forward to meeting bry, but i'm very ill, and i couldn't do another minute in town, so mum took me home and i couldn't meet him. i feel really bad that i couldn't because i was so excited and i haven't seen him in a WEEK. :( sorry brys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i've just been sleeping, getting ear drops + eating soup from boston with mum in a last attempt to boost my health. baha. i'm determined not to miss any days off school this year either so i have to be better by monday. :)&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have been obvserving people a lot lately (i know, what's new right?) and i've become really fascinated by how different people act around others etc. how people have different opinions but both with valid points, things like that. i guess i never realised that even i can still suprise myself with what i say/do. i mean, i can do or say something and then ten minutes later sit there like 'why did i do that?' haha. it's beautiful, the human mind, truely.&lt;br /&gt;do you ever suprise yourself? i know i do. i guess you never really know how your actions can affect and mould other people's lives and thoughts. like that quote 'one mans rubbish is anothers treasure' or something. people never realise how the 'crap' they spill out of their mouths may have an effect on others. how a sentence, that's honest, can be someone's guide to life, and a quote can take them through the toughest times.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's just nice to sit and think. when will your actions affect people? will they change someones life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3495477932792475915?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3495477932792475915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-not-amount-of-breaths-you-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3495477932792475915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3495477932792475915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-not-amount-of-breaths-you-take.html' title='life is not the amount of breaths you take, it&apos;s the moments that take your breathe away..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-785604984395930493</id><published>2009-09-01T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:17:15.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good thing about having a paper jam is that it forces you to open the machine and find out what went wrong in the first place..</title><content type='html'>just so i was watching one tree hill a couple minutes ago (because i was at loz's house last night, and so i missed it for the gig) and a guy said this quote, (see title). i never really listened to quotes from tv shows much, but i thought it was very true, so i decided i'd just blog it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a minute ago i was reading people's blogs while going on my daily scout to see if people had updated, and i realised how different everyone's blogs actually are. i think it's so cool how everyone writes completely differently and in their own style, about entirely different subjects.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's pretty funny how there are all these set 'rules' and 'writing styles', yet when it comes to the nitty gritty (i love that phrase) people write as, when and what they like. things like this that i (over) observe make me schmile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there's not much else to comment on today. i've been into town with loz + bex and bought some things that i actually needed for once, rather than aimlessly buying crapppers. :)&lt;br /&gt;i bought..&lt;br /&gt;- a new coat for school..&lt;br /&gt;- a new set of headphones (which btw i just ruined by sticking ear drops in and they've gone all yellow..oops. *very angry*)&lt;br /&gt;- jammy bottoms for bed.&lt;br /&gt;- white hockey socks for school.&lt;br /&gt;and i need some new trainers. MUM I LOVE YOU! :D?&lt;br /&gt;but yes, was a very successful day with my girls, and we've recently been reminiscing and afterwards talking about what this year brings. to be honest, i do not think any of us are quite sure, but me? i think that everything's going to change, but i just can't WAIT to find out how and if it'll be a good or bad change, all i know is i'm excited (topped off with a little scared that is).&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm going to do my food coursework, print off some final peices, prepare my things for school, text my bry and do some optional coursework for art. (half of which won't happen). then i'm gonna run to spar, grab a tub of ben and jerry's and watch ''eternal sunshine of the spotless mind' which i still slightly don't understand yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i gotta pee, finish my pear cider and take my 600 winks. ;) haha.&lt;br /&gt;lots of love shugga muffins. :)&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-785604984395930493?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/785604984395930493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-thing-about-having-paper-jam-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/785604984395930493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/785604984395930493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-thing-about-having-paper-jam-is.html' title='the good thing about having a paper jam is that it forces you to open the machine and find out what went wrong in the first place..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3241990910611010232</id><published>2009-08-30T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:14:25.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>living my life at one hundred miles an hour..</title><content type='html'>title: tinchy stryder feat amelle - never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evenin' sunshine. :)&lt;br /&gt;hey, so i've decided by liking this song i've just become r+b MASSIVE! :) hahaha. :) nawh, i'm kidding, BUT it's not my usual song choice, and i LOVE it. :)&lt;br /&gt;so not much g'wan on today. (see how i think i can use hardcore vocab now?) ;)&lt;br /&gt;i had a lovely night at hly's singstar party last night with lots of my favourite people. :) me and delve rocked OUT singstar night until our voices hurt. and i just realised that me and hly didn't have the singstar battle we intended! hat dangit! :( ahh well, next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;there should be pictures on facebook as soon as nickie is alive enough to upload them, i'll try and remember to post the link to them if i can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gig tomorrow.. don't know if i can ACTUALLY be bothered to go, but oh well, t'will be nice to see everyone and all that jazzy monster. :)&lt;br /&gt;it's also school on thursday! i'ma be very excited, although i have nothing like.. for it.. such as stationary, bags, clothes. BWAHA! oh well. :) i'm sure i'll live. :) i'll just go naked. hahaha, jokies :)&lt;br /&gt;i had a lovely time at hly's last night btw, did i mention? we made a band called indeedium and we sing songs about the polish and russia, and songs about questions, answers and kangaroos, you can check us out when we're on youtube. WHATCH THIS SPACE. maha!&lt;br /&gt;also, i met nickie's LOVELY cousin yesterday. she's called mariam and i love her, :). i love meeting new people, it's so fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;bon voyage.&lt;br /&gt;wait.. what? :S hahha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and cuppa soup.&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3241990910611010232?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3241990910611010232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-my-life-at-one-hundred-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3241990910611010232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3241990910611010232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-my-life-at-one-hundred-miles.html' title='living my life at one hundred miles an hour..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5144829329118213880</id><published>2009-08-28T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:27:00.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for tonight, i'll lay here with you..</title><content type='html'>title: what if you - joshua radin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm home, finally. i know it's only been a week, but it's a week that's somehow left a huge impact on my life.. it's made me laugh, smile, and most importantly? think. it's strange how different surroundings can shape your very core, moulding you into a person you never knew before. it's all happy times folks. happy, happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to do a detailed blog about france, with pictures, videos and descriptions. which i will, but for now, i'm just here to summarise the whole trip, and what i have taken from the experience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so it seems that i'm maybe talking too 'deep' about such a thing named a 'holiday', but it seems i cannot go on holiday anymore without succuming to my surroundings and really thinking about my life. :) it's strange, i had no contact with anybody, for a week, due to my phone dying, i had my family, and my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to think i have a stronger bond with my family after the trip, it's left me with that feeling i had when i first had a strong family bond. a bond which i haven't felt for a long time, and one i was slowly starting to live without. i'm very glad that new bridges have been built. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that? the holiday itself? well, it was just an amazing experience. there's not much more i can say. i jumped in a freezing cold gauge, took pictures of the most beautiful mountains, experienced temperatures of 40 degrees, got a tan and most of all? relaxed, properly. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i took a plane there and back with just myself and loz too. it made me feel like the world wasn't SUCH a big place to travel around, and that although i am reliant on my family, if i want to explore the world, it's not a world away from here, and i can journey to other places, as and when i would like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i miss when i was gone? well, that's simple. music, my dad, the best brother in the world, music, my cousin and my gorgeous boyfriend + all my friends, ALL of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;i also missed good old conversation online, although it kills me to show such a shallow side of myself, i am an internet addict afterall :P.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so that's the general france experience, pictures, vids and a more light-hearted blog to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my boyfriend broke his wrist. :P (sorry bry, it's so funny, i coulsn't resist) ;).&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i'm looking forward to going back to school, as much as it pains me to say it eh? ;).&lt;br /&gt;hly's house tomorrow, catch up with everybody, supposed to be singing, doubt that'll be happening, not with this throat. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of hugs + cookie ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;your friend and blogger,&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5144829329118213880?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5144829329118213880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-tonight-ill-lay-here-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5144829329118213880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5144829329118213880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-tonight-ill-lay-here-with-you.html' title='for tonight, i&apos;ll lay here with you..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-2094496670998842566</id><published>2009-08-22T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:57:47.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>d'ya want to go to the seaside?</title><content type='html'>title: seaside - the kooks.&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was a suitable title as i am going there TOMORROW. with my bestest friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently at loz's house, the day before my weekly departure, and yes, this will be my final blog until i come back.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be returning next sunday! :) so hopefully i can do one as soon as i'm home with pictures and everything. i love the way people probably won't care much about my lack of blogs but oh well, i like to make it sound like i'm dying.. hahhaa. :)&lt;br /&gt;okay so son't miss us too much eh? :) greggs and acott are hitting europe! woooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;anyone been to Nice and has any last minute recommendations for us to see then leave a comment. :) but i doubt anyone has :( hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so last night was the gig. yet again it was pretty bollucks, but then the riverfront ones always are. (I'm so excited that this blog is taking me ages, and loz is singing ''i gotta feeling'' VERY LOUDLY behind me BAHAHAHA!) anyways, back to the gig.. it was shit. :) but i don't care coz i'm excited! :D&lt;br /&gt;wow, that was a fail of a last blog. but it's okay because you  have to forgive me now, and if you don't i'ma be in france bahaha, so you can't chase me.. well unless you run fast. :D&lt;br /&gt;but i run fast too. okay, that's a lie, i run very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love, gonna miss you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-2094496670998842566?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/2094496670998842566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/dya-want-to-go-to-seaside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/2094496670998842566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/2094496670998842566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/dya-want-to-go-to-seaside.html' title='d&apos;ya want to go to the seaside?'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1850611567389462779</id><published>2009-08-20T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:24:40.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if the rain aint falling, and the sun aint shining? it makes no difference to me, i'm right where i wanna be..</title><content type='html'>title: if tonight is my last - laura izibor.&lt;br /&gt;i love this artist at the moment, like seriously, she's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;today there's no pictures. i feel like a writing blog, for like the first time in ages!&lt;br /&gt;i'm very happy lately. like, even though i've got the most horrible and tedious fever and sore throat ever, i still don't even care because i'm just so happy. d'ya know what i realised like two seconds ago? ever since that blog where i couldn't be bothered to use capitals, i haven't since. haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited about france. i don't think i'm ever this excited about holidays! normally because i don't remember we're going until like the beginning of the week. but this time, me and loz have been couinting down from about three months, infact, ever since mum booked the tickets haha! i'm only worried about missing people too much. :( bry, hly, nickie, chris, kim ETC, :( dannng. :)&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be horrible on that front. but omg, me and loz are nearly shitting ourselves happy. :), yes, you did need to know that minor detail. :)&lt;br /&gt;apart from all the happy excitement, i've been spending this week alone with just my brother. it's suprisingly ended in NO fights, and a fair few nights bouncing on the trampoline. i like bouncing, it's fun, and probably the only excercise i'm getting considering during the holidays i'm not taking part in any school team practice for ANY sports : which is awful.&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps reminding me of how they're worried about going back to school etc. and tbh? i COMPLETELY haven't thought about it.. because of france, i just think it'll SUDDENLY hit me when i'm back which isn't good. but thinking about it, i totally agree with those people, it's going to be SO different. this is the year.. it's the year that determines everything.. resultswise, collegewise, whatever we choose now, however we perform, will be the bricks paving our paths to our futures. : i'm scared yeah. but god damn am i excited! :D i think i'm ready now, even if it does feel like i'm growing up too quickly :). i'm so happy to be in the last year now! :D bring it on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, couple of shout outs, coz i haven't done them in ages..&lt;br /&gt;-bry looove you. :)&lt;br /&gt;-hly, i'm so glad our friendship is back to normal. not that it wasn't, but we haven't caught up in ages! i forgot how much i missed you!&lt;br /&gt;-loz, are you ready?! BECAUSE I'M SO DAMN EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;-nickie, you're a stupid iranian that needs to get online so i can discuss things with you. bwaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;-kimmy, i'm gonna miss you! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love guys. :) until tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1850611567389462779?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1850611567389462779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-rain-aint-falling-and-sun-aint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1850611567389462779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1850611567389462779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-rain-aint-falling-and-sun-aint.html' title='if the rain aint falling, and the sun aint shining? it makes no difference to me, i&apos;m right where i wanna be..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7535160231514956933</id><published>2009-08-19T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:38:48.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets take the train to anywhere, i wanna feel the wind in my hair with you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Soxuph5YsRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zIvVszVOey8/s1600-h/feet+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371790115298914578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Soxuph5YsRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zIvVszVOey8/s320/feet+love.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;title: don't ever - missy higgins.&lt;/div&gt;i had the best day today! :) me and bry went to the beach. :D well.. we didn't ACTUALLY do much, except draw on a couple of rocks, discuss my throat issues and his wasp allergies, and then lie in the park together. :) was an amazing day, i think i found out like.. about EVERYTHING in his life in a day. i looove you bry! :D lots + lots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i'm going to france THIS sunday. SO SO SO EXCITED. AND i get to go with my bestest friend in the world. YAYAYAYAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, it's gig on friday. which tbh, isn't an AMAZING prospect, but i haven't seen many of my friends ALL week and the bands are good so WHY NOT?! :D&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine mine and Loz's excitement this weekend. SO excited.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, dad, if you're reading this.. um.. i do love you. :) and i'll talk to you when i get back okay? i know you'll probably end up reading this. and.. i'm slowly getting there.. promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, did i mention.. i'm also SO excited about seeing mum and the fam. i actually really miss my mummy. :( i haven't recieved a text in a couple days now either. :( lost touch after the husky text, maybe they ate her. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, g'night readers.. girls gotta watch movies and text the friendsies. :)&lt;br /&gt;hugs + loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7535160231514956933?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7535160231514956933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-take-train-to-anywhere-i-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7535160231514956933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7535160231514956933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-take-train-to-anywhere-i-wanna.html' title='lets take the train to anywhere, i wanna feel the wind in my hair with you..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Soxuph5YsRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zIvVszVOey8/s72-c/feet+love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-8676300838064900367</id><published>2009-08-18T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:06:12.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime..</title><content type='html'>title: white winter hymnal - fleet foxes.&lt;br /&gt;i like this song. it makes me smile lots. :)&lt;br /&gt;so today has been my happy today. it got less happy when bry ran out of credit, but then more happy again when i spend hours bouncing on the trampoline. :D&lt;br /&gt;this is my adventure for happy today. :)&lt;br /&gt;i started in the morning, watching the athletics.. the evening brought the same prospect as i love the athletics. :D happy task number one, complete. :)&lt;br /&gt;then i got bored while they were talking on the athletics, so i decided to step outside and bounce on the trampoline. :) the sun started to set, and it ended up that i was bouncing in the sunset. :) i thought it was very pretty, and it started to get dark, so i took some pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SosWfmk0brI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lj9fUyX5YfM/s1600-h/Image385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371411712756182706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SosWfmk0brI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lj9fUyX5YfM/s320/Image385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I likes to bounce, what can i say? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SosWfeA_pKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NxyWu-1mmgA/s1600-h/Image392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371411710458438818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SosWfeA_pKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NxyWu-1mmgA/s320/Image392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was looking up at the sky.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SosWfG2AQ0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/xwJWZ52u3IY/s1600-h/Image403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371411704238326594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SosWfG2AQ0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/xwJWZ52u3IY/s320/Image403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flower tootsies. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;while i was out on the trampoline, i also skipped around the garden and found flowers you see. also, i was on msn, and i had lots of happy conversations, with people, such as this one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371411722967479378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SosWgMnYdFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Bk5XzZYFTtI/s320/conversation.jpg" /&gt;Bahahhahaa. :) i'm such a cool child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways, i'm going to watch supersize vs superskinny. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lots of love + happiness &lt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS. FRANCE ON SUNDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&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/1572690505217073584-8676300838064900367?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8676300838064900367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-turn-white-snow-red-as-strawberries.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8676300838064900367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8676300838064900367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-turn-white-snow-red-as-strawberries.html' title='and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SosWfmk0brI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lj9fUyX5YfM/s72-c/Image385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5238285719460088417</id><published>2009-08-16T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:19:24.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are not alone, i'm always there with you. + we'll get lost together, 'till the light comes pouring through..</title><content type='html'>title: lost - michael bublé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna chuck in that i love michael bublé for life. :) i only realised how much again THIS week. if you didn't already know..&lt;br /&gt;i have no real motive for this blog today. just to say hello because i haven't blogged in a day or two. :)&lt;br /&gt;so i checked postsecret today. i loove todays. :) they're so great! serious ones, there to make you laugh AND cry. :) not that i cried, but STILL. this one was my personal fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370600425980624162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sog0of0i_SI/AAAAAAAAAO0/iRcBysYJwkM/s320/ass.jpg" /&gt;oh my god is that not the funniest thing ever? hahaa, i laughed for like ages after i read it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay so today has not consisted of much. i woke up at like 3pm. which meant i've missed like most of the day. but it's okay coz that's what sundays are for. :) chris (the brother) came home at like 6 today and we made dinner then bounced on le trampoline for a while and had a catch up coz i haven't seen him all weekend. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i went and fed my rabbit, which is BLATES worth blogging about :) as that's about as interesting as my day got. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so tomorrow i'm going to see 'the time travellers wife' with nickie + loz + others i THINK. but i'm not sure they know that yet :). and i haven't even checked times. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm currently talking to my beautiful boyfriend. :) and i'm listening to michael b with the window open. which is bliss. but i have to shut it soon coz otherwise there will be moths. and i hate moths. :P but it's fine coz bry will kill them for me. bahahaha. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gonna go shower in a minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toodles. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5238285719460088417?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5238285719460088417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-not-alone-im-always-there-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5238285719460088417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5238285719460088417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-not-alone-im-always-there-with.html' title='you are not alone, i&apos;m always there with you. + we&apos;ll get lost together, &apos;till the light comes pouring through..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sog0of0i_SI/AAAAAAAAAO0/iRcBysYJwkM/s72-c/ass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4211681152467140803</id><published>2009-08-14T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:23:54.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'the natural confectionary company, the natural confectionary company, the natural confectionary company!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;title: the natural confectionary company advert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmyjesus. just seen the new ad for NCC. SO FUNNY. i was laughing for like 10 minutes. 'watch me RAWR' hahhaa. :) if you haven't seen it go watch it on youtube. it's so freakin' hilarious!anyways. last night was the riverfront gig.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be honest with you - it was crap. haha. because although the bands were AMAZING, no one was dancing. :( kat didn't like that.. hahaha. :) but i'm too scared to initiate dancing. baha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369924981135241106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SoXOUbsP75I/AAAAAAAAAOc/m54ujU420Fg/s320/bridge.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i like the background in this picture. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369928723694485746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SoXRuRz6API/AAAAAAAAAOk/3GIMpjV5FNY/s320/rukatloz.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;i love you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369928727637473730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SoXRugf_OcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wYImzIJmTMo/s320/rukatloz2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i would have taken more pictures, but it wasn't THAT good, and i didn't hae a camera. these were only taken on my phone. even then, the quality isn't exceptional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so today, i awoke to the sounds of lauren yet again leaving early for work. it's starting to piss us both of now, the amount of work she's doing. it means we can't make too many plans without them going unfulfilled. :( but it's fine because i love her. after loz left ru's (where we had stayed the night before after gig), i had a shower before me and ru went to sainsbubs to get brekki. :) i then found out that i am poor. and i only have 2 pound in my bank account. so my hero rumer lent me a tenner for the day, and i now love her more than life. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after sainsburys, we made our way into town and went shopping. ru, having been given 300 pound by relatives for her recent birthday, bought several undergarments from la senza and then bought TWO topshop handbags, which btw, were BEAUTIFUL. :D but that girl! SPEND SPEND SPEND. she's worse than me. (sorta) ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it came to around 2.15, and i decided to gander down to the cinema as it was time to meet the lovely bry, blates for our date ;). we were supposed to watch 'the ugly truth' but it wasn't on until 6 because our cinema likes to fuck up our lives by changing the times, so we had to watch harry potter instead (which yes, i have ALREADY SEEN). but it was good. better the second time actually. and i had an amazing afternoon filled with lots of laughs and people falling down stairs. FAIL. :D i enjoyed every minute though. :) thanks bry. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;that's all for now. updateee done. :) i had more pictures, but i'm too lazy to upload.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FRANCE NEXT SUNDAY. so excited. ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;kat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4211681152467140803?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4211681152467140803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/natural-confectionary-company-natural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4211681152467140803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4211681152467140803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/natural-confectionary-company-natural.html' title='&apos;the natural confectionary company, the natural confectionary company, the natural confectionary company!&apos;'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SoXOUbsP75I/AAAAAAAAAOc/m54ujU420Fg/s72-c/bridge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1541091942067829798</id><published>2009-08-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:59:52.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted rain on me? well i'm soaked, soaked to the skin. it's the end where i begin..</title><content type='html'>title: the end where i begin - the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the lyrics to this song. i know it's old but i didn't realise how much until like the other day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hallo dear friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'ma start with a really funny story/discovery that me and lauren found a couple days ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;okay, so we were coming back from the beach on.. friday was it? and we decided to take a detour. we ended up.. in like, a part of roundswell.. but like one we'd NEVER seen before. it's like a whole other village! it was so freaky! but absolutely HI-LAR-I-OUS!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was so funny, it took us AGES to find out where we were. but we got home safely in zee end. :) we decided to call our village rickington. (roundswell + bickington) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not much else to say. although i'm beginning to think i don't like people. hahahahahhaa. long story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'ma bounce.&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1541091942067829798?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1541091942067829798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanted-rain-on-me-well-im-soaked-soaked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1541091942067829798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1541091942067829798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanted-rain-on-me-well-im-soaked-soaked.html' title='wanted rain on me? well i&apos;m soaked, soaked to the skin. it&apos;s the end where i begin..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4580974495075510489</id><published>2009-08-10T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:28:38.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-five facts.</title><content type='html'>i saw this on hly's blog (&lt;a href="http://www.justgowithaclassic.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.justgowithaclassic.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;), who saw it on izzy's blog (&lt;a href="http://www.musingsandrambling.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.musingsandrambling.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;), who got tagged in it by me on facebook. but i got it from my cousin on facebook ages ago. so i thought i'd do it again, because you can never have too many kat facts. :)&lt;br /&gt;so ladies + gents, hold on for kat's twenty five facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one. &lt;/strong&gt;i have sat here for nine minutes trying to think of a witty fact number &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; it's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two. &lt;/strong&gt;i have a moth phobia. i hate them and i will not sleep if there is one in my room, until mummy removes it with a tissue. they scare me because one flew in my ear three years ago and i always think it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three.&lt;/strong&gt; i act different around different people. i thought this wasn't true for me. but it is. there are only a selected few people that i'm truely &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; around. you'd be suprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four.&lt;/strong&gt; i often find comfort in complete strangers. sometimes this is more often than i find comfort in those closest to me. i find they have an unbiased perspective. i &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; ask their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five.&lt;/strong&gt; i like to observe. anything and everything. if i'm staring at you, i wouldn't worry, i probably just like your eyeliner or something. :) either that or you have a huge wart. but i wouldn't worry too much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;six&lt;/strong&gt;. my favourite things to do are writing and playing the piano. followed shortly by taking photos and cooking. i also like to run around my garden, play with my rabbit, and bounce on trampolines - a lot. because they make me &lt;em&gt;happy.&lt;/em&gt; i don't care if it's childish to you. i will always be a child on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven.&lt;/strong&gt; i am often a horrible person. but not intentionally. i can often say things i don't mean, and it's always just because i don't like thinking them. so i say it outloud. but i'm a lovely person really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eight.&lt;/strong&gt; i really want a camera. i'm so glad i'm getting one for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nine.&lt;/strong&gt; i keep a notebook. i never let anybody read it. the only person who has read the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; thing is holly paddon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ten.&lt;/strong&gt; i don't appreciate my mum enough. &lt;em&gt;thankyou. - &lt;/em&gt;for everything. i know i don't need to explain with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eleven.&lt;/strong&gt; i don't understand my own father. and i have now realised he's not who i thought he was. no matter how nice i am to him, i will never love him again. for reasons beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twelve.&lt;/strong&gt; it may seem to people, that i know what i want to do in life. but i am one of the most confused. i know i won't make it as a writer. i like to hold on to it as a career choice because if i tell myself i have one then it means i don't have to think as much about what i &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want to do. purely because i haven't a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thirteen.&lt;/strong&gt; thirteen has never been an unlucky number to me. not ever. i don't believe in superstition, i only believe in karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fourteen. &lt;/strong&gt;i've never realise how much i actually love my laptop. hello mr laptop. i love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fifteen&lt;/strong&gt;. i sleep with my nightstand lamp on, because i'm afraid of the dark unless somebody else is with me. it's how it's always been. always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sixteen.&lt;/strong&gt; i have lately started to listen to song lyrics very intently. i've realised rappers have extreme talent, they're not only amazing artists, but they are amazing writers too. eminem; you've captured my soul. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seventeen.&lt;/strong&gt; i only have one best friend. i tell people they're my best friends, when they aren't. they're only very very close friends. i think i'm very horrible in that sense. i only realised that the other day. when i lost one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eighteen.&lt;/strong&gt; it's a given that i will be questioned about the content of this here blog. so feel free. i said the blog would all be fact, but doesn't mean my explanations will be true. :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nineteen.&lt;/strong&gt; i have a stupid love for chicken. the meat and the pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twenty.&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time in months, i feel like i have a real family again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twenty-one.&lt;/strong&gt; i love music. i don't think i'd be able to live without it. nor without my ipod. i wish i was a sensational singer. that would be amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twenty-two.&lt;/strong&gt; even though i've done this blog. i think i'll probably do an update tonight too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twenty-three. &lt;/strong&gt;this year has been the best year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twenty-four.&lt;/strong&gt; it's obvious. but it has to be said. i love my friends and family VERY much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twenty-five.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;i miss how it used to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4580974495075510489?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4580974495075510489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenty-five-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4580974495075510489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4580974495075510489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenty-five-facts.html' title='twenty-five facts.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7488903162904889334</id><published>2009-08-08T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:47:23.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well you done done me and you bet i felt it, i tried to be chill, but you're so hot that i melted..</title><content type='html'>title: i'm yours - jason mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old song? i know. :) just today i realised that reminiscing is fun. :) it's an amazing song, and my today has been all happy and fuzzy inside, so i thought i'd use an appropriate song. :)&lt;br /&gt;so this is my 80th post. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i haven't done muchies really. did yet ANOTHER facemask. i decided it's been doing me WONDERS. haha. :) jokies, but my skin looks tons better for it.&lt;br /&gt;mummy said that i can have an extra hundred pound for holiday, so that means i can spend my allowance on clothes FOR france now. :) which tbh, means i am VERY excited about tuesday now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention, i watched the proposal on thursday. it was VERY VERY good! :) sehr cute :) especially the end. the grandmother, LOL. :) kat recommends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night, i also watched ''how the other half live''; this programme about rich people giving poor people money? i didn't think it would be THAT good, but i had nothing much to watch, so i thought i'd watch that. it was actually a hella lot better than i thought it'd be. and was infact very thought - provoking. :) it's strange how we all ship money out to africa or whatever, when there's people suffering poverty right on your doorstep. :(&lt;br /&gt;speaking of unfortunate incidents, my mum went to a funeral yesterday. it wasn't a VERY close friend, but it was very sudden how she died, and it makes you wonder. i went to get the bus into town yesterday, and the medical centre was closed (because of the funeral, as a mark of respect) and there was a women waiting for the bus at the same time as me. we ended up in a long conversation about how unforntunate it is that people get taken away everyday without you realising. i guess the big guy upstairs sometimes needs a few more angels eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;RIP Mrs Bowman. :) although i didn't know you, i know you were a good friend to many people.&lt;br /&gt;+ thankyou, random old lady that lives in my village, you changed my life, more than you realise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, the weather is AMAZING today! again! south west aren't doing too badly for sunshine lately. i'm glad, i think the weather makes me a lot happier when it's sunny. :) I lied on the trampoline for atleast ten minutes at around 9am this morning after loz left mine for a dance workshop thingy. :) it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;oh + yesterday, beach was GOOD. but we only stayed for an hour, and didn't take any pictures, which is why there isn't a seperate blog about that. :)&lt;br /&gt;is that all? i think so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys have an amazing weekend, my day is WONDERFUL so far. cherish every moment, you never know what might happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7488903162904889334?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7488903162904889334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-you-done-done-me-and-you-bet-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7488903162904889334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7488903162904889334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-you-done-done-me-and-you-bet-i.html' title='well you done done me and you bet i felt it, i tried to be chill, but you&apos;re so hot that i melted..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-9019086477585942969</id><published>2009-08-06T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:55:21.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but they weren't there beneath your stare, and they weren't stripped 'till they were bare of and bindings from the world outside that room..</title><content type='html'>title: they weren't there - missy higgins. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i was greeted by the beauty of saunton beach. as we are usually at the sewer pile they named instow beach, i was delighted to finally remember why we live in devon in the first place. it was so beautiful infact that i felt the need to take a picture. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366946239293346082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sns5K1my0SI/AAAAAAAAANs/-RPeXWDHRJQ/s320/DSC02397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i like how the sky reflects off of the sand. it was so beautiful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i started out at hly's house. and from there i walked uppers to le bus stop. when i reached the bus stop i became aware that it was a very nice day, and a very late bus. so i decided that it would be a good time to take some pictures. this one was my favourite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366948115225465330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sns64B_3UfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YEUBFMYUC5o/s320/DSC02412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, none of the clothes are mine. they're all my hippy of a friend hly's. haha. ;) so i hopped on the bus. and ended up in a place we like to call town, to endure the rest of my wednesday journey..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i reached town, i met rosie northridge and maddy jury followed shortly by the lovely alex stapleton. we went to costa, and i bought a sick looking smoothie that tasted like yum. :) strawberry shortcake for le win. :)and then we went to castle green coz alex insisted she needed a library book. haha, fail. :) but as we were there, i took an attractive and beautiful photograph of my leg. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366951408119682034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sns93s_Bk_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/lPaphssQMMM/s320/DSC02421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's pretty cool? or is that just me? :S dunno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was pretty much all i did. i spent the whole bus journey home like this..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366952147459176178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sns-ivPS9vI/AAAAAAAAAOE/I3UulfL3q9o/s320/DSC02422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i took this picture because i had this inkling that i must stand out from everyone else on the bus hella lots. so i took it to check. i decided i did. and that this picture was awesome in it's own little way. right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366952148519742242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sns-izMJ6yI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yn-eTswfMiA/s320/DSC02431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this book is amazing. ''the shadow of the wind'' by carlos ruiz zafon. whom i think may be coming my favourite author. just by 5 chapters of one book. he's amazing. a recommendation by my lovely mummy. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay so that's finally my 'blog' over. but i'm not quite finished on the writing side of things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i was sitting on the bus today, home to chulmleigh. and i realised that i wasn't sitting in my usual seat. you see, usually i sit right at the back, with my ipod. but today i sat a couple seats forward. i guess i must have thought that people would grab my seats after me. but they didn't. the seats remained empty for the rest of the journey. it was strange. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways. another thing i became aware of lately. is that a recurring word in my head is 'change'. i used to blabber for england about how much things were changing last year. but now? it's beyond words. i guess, while caught up in the studies, friendships and family 'bonding' i forgot how much me myself has changed as a person. i find it funny that everybody i know has just come together for the final year of school. no one minds who you were, who you followed, they only care about who you became. and for me it's just amazing to watch everyone i've known for years finally come together in one big pile of happy. :) can't wait to go through the last year of school with every one of you. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, i'm done. people will be getting tired of waiting for me to upload, like pinnocio for example. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lots of hugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;kat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366956848962987122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SntC0ZtJ5HI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oy6XUTIkuWo/s320/DSC02426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-9019086477585942969?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/9019086477585942969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-they-werent-there-beneath-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/9019086477585942969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/9019086477585942969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-they-werent-there-beneath-your.html' title='but they weren&apos;t there beneath your stare, and they weren&apos;t stripped &apos;till they were bare of and bindings from the world outside that room..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/Sns5K1my0SI/AAAAAAAAANs/-RPeXWDHRJQ/s72-c/DSC02397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-8716662087560156277</id><published>2009-08-04T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:49:24.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cookie dough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnguDNdqREI/AAAAAAAAANk/ETnTEhoZGs4/s1600-h/Image369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089588700496962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnguDNdqREI/AAAAAAAAANk/ETnTEhoZGs4/s320/Image369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'm eating the title. :P jealous much? &lt;div&gt;i was sitting here thinking of a title, and then i realised that it was suitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see, i guess if you think about it, life's a lot like cookie dough ice cream. it can get cold at times, can spill over or even get a bit sticky, but in the end, it's worth all of that, and it can make you happy and it's full of suprises. it's always the bottom of the pot that holds all the dough, and you always have to dig for the best bits, but in the end, it's everything you expected and more. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love cookie dough. + i love life ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sorry that i didn't post about a postsecret yesterday, i was already uploading pictures and thought that it may not fit in with the post. :) i didn't really like them this week if i'm honest, but that could be because last weeks were so amazing. :) so here was my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366085620294628178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SngqcN_-M1I/AAAAAAAAANU/uPCF1242zOM/s320/lost.jpg" /&gt;the first time i read this, it wasn't really one that stood out to me.. but then, none of them did really. look over it for the second time, i realised that there is actually a meaning to me behind this secret. i guess it makes you realise, that the memories you have are always cherished, you remember everything, and even the most embarassing or funny things just stay in your mind forever. i like how our memories mean that we can always remember 'that time' and this person obviously feels the same. it made me smile, because i know i have alot of memories like this one. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soo.. today consists of me watching 'knocked up' and eating ice cream. although, i think i'm becoming extremely ill lately. my throat is awful and i have continuous stomach aches. :( oh well. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not much else is happening, just chatting to bry (see i did include you ;P) and was supposed to meet loz, but not anymore. :) going to the beach tomorrow with everyone too. then again on friday with loz bry + shaz. :) should be fun. in the meantime, keep smiling, and keep your cookie dough tub full with fun, not empty :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-8716662087560156277?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8716662087560156277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/cookie-dough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8716662087560156277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8716662087560156277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/cookie-dough.html' title='cookie dough.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnguDNdqREI/AAAAAAAAANk/ETnTEhoZGs4/s72-c/Image369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7389372960334457563</id><published>2009-08-02T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:54:05.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the part when we say we're in love, and the part when we say it's forever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWmSisLcTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pwn-0x3pqu8/s1600-h/SDC10153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365377368561774898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWmSisLcTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pwn-0x3pqu8/s320/SDC10153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; title: when we say (juicebox) - aj rafael.&lt;br /&gt;yay. i'm sorry i haven't blogged in roughly.. four days? haha. it's not my fault, i blame my apparently slightly busier life than normal. but it's okay because i'll make it up to you guys with a big fat bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so where shall I start? gig? :) okay, so friday 31st july was the date of the inn on the square's generator gig. + lets be honest, it was AMAZING. :D the bands were; pickpockets + skyrockets, elephants, little comets + sam dowden. :) they were actually amazing. I think I preferred elephants to the rest though, because we, um.. got on stage?! :D they were ace. but then pickpockets are the cutest band ever! and the band members? ;) haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;picture time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365366696553439282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWclWXHYDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vb4M83M085k/s320/SDC10237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;on stage with the elephants, not entirely sure where i am in this picture. at the back somewhere. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365364899024317986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWa8uCxriI/AAAAAAAAAME/e9-rhEJLSJk/s320/SDC10128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hly face. i love you :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so there's more gig pictures, but i'm a lazy ass that can't be bothered to upload, so um, ON TO CHULMLEIGH FAIR. last night was amazing, i had an amazing time with the girls. :) and it wasn't a huge fuck up! yaaay! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love ALL of these pictures the best. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365378395665599602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWnOU80DHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/L5ds4yCLy4o/s320/SDC10321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kat + george. that kid can dance ;)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365385409452654210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWtmlV9PoI/AAAAAAAAANE/mooQNWLfl0w/s320/SDC10295.JPG" /&gt; bex, i love you. although we both look, bad, here. HA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365383341274264002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWruMxzccI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fgQHpaC0xiA/s320/SDC10299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knew a village could be so.. hardcore? hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365383352629530834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWru3FHENI/AAAAAAAAAM8/APLW4ho78QM/s320/SDC10279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool kids. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365385419882823266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWtnMMs_mI/AAAAAAAAANM/9_RGDZ1UFKs/s320/SDC10314.JPG" /&gt;wow, we look.. nice? hahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that was a gooood night. was nice to actually be out in chulmleigh, i never go out round here, only into barnstaple to see the girls + up exeter + beaches. was nice to stay at home and do something for once :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thankyou girls for making it an amazing night. oh + the guys we met ;) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right, i'm exhausted from blogging, haha. the pictures are getting more annoying to upload i swear. but finished! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7389372960334457563?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7389372960334457563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-part-when-we-say-were-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7389372960334457563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7389372960334457563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-part-when-we-say-were-in-love.html' title='this is the part when we say we&apos;re in love, and the part when we say it&apos;s forever..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SnWmSisLcTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Pwn-0x3pqu8/s72-c/SDC10153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3342285464028780283</id><published>2009-07-29T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:10:56.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you better go + get your armour..</title><content type='html'>title: battlefield - jordin sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evenin' readers.&lt;br /&gt;it's only six o'clock! wowies, i'm blogging early this evening.&lt;br /&gt;okay so today consisted of getting my haircut, which, for convienience was moved until 11.30 so i was able to arrive at izzy's at around 1.15. my hair looks nice, well i think so anyways. i got my fringe back, i think it will look even nicer when it's grown out a bit though, it always looks a tiny bit wierd the first time it's cut in a while.&lt;br /&gt;izzy's was quite a good day actually! i enjoyed seeing everyone, especially mads + sadie etc, as i hadn't seen them at all this holiday. :) thanks iz, for such a cool house to host in, i know i wouldn't be able to stick that many people in mine! i'm a rubbish host. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow holds no big events for kat, only sitting at home + having a lie in, i might actually start on my book too, considering i'm on like, well, i've only just finished the prologue, not even started chapter one. mind you, if you know me, you'll know i take around a year to finish a book unless i REALLY love it. which is suprising, because i love reading, i just never find the time to commit to it. which is suprising considering i do nothing with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was laughing at something earlier. i was on the bus, and i noticed that although we live in like amazing countryside, no one even cares. i was sitting at the back of the bus and realised that everyone on the bus was doing something and not one person was looking out the window? wierd eh?.. talking of outside, the weather isn't even funny at the moment, i may eat someone.. like.. a weather reporter. bitches. :) (yeah, i do blame the reporters..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, i'm bored. there's nothing really to talk/blog about today, i usually come up with something, but considering these are the 'summer' holidays, there isn't really ANYTHING to do around here. which is pretty gay as it's started on a downer. but oh well, france soon. i'm so excited to get away from here for a while, + i've heard the weather in Nice is a bit lush at the mo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to go check out when my tea is, hope everyone is sufficiently squishy today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of loooove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3342285464028780283?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3342285464028780283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-better-go-get-your-armour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3342285464028780283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3342285464028780283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-better-go-get-your-armour.html' title='you better go + get your armour..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3472312743585762997</id><published>2009-07-28T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:36:34.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter where you go, i won't be very far, 'cause in the end i'll be right there where you are..</title><content type='html'>title: she was mine - Aj Rafael + Jesse Barrera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title song i am currently learning on piano, it's amazing, yet extremely hard to learn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so my below blog is a slight moan, it appears i've been moaning about shit loads lately, but i've now decided i'm a lucky bunny to be living in such a lovely environment, so i'ma just need to roll with it and get over myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaanyways. how is everyone? well my squishies? :) COOL. me too. :) I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow, which means kat's fringe is back, which TBH i've missed, and I think it makes me more chinese, so THERE. :D&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow it's izzy's party. my head's all mixed up with plans of haircuts etc all to fit in before going there, so it's real hectic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired, sweetdreams bloggers. :)&lt;br /&gt;i love you like.. chicken loves.. eggs? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3472312743585762997?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3472312743585762997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-matter-where-you-go-i-wont-be-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3472312743585762997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3472312743585762997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-matter-where-you-go-i-wont-be-very.html' title='no matter where you go, i won&apos;t be very far, &apos;cause in the end i&apos;ll be right there where you are..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7535466293349973434</id><published>2009-07-27T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:23:17.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know that feeling?</title><content type='html'>you know that feeling you get, when you just, you want to be somebody, you know?&lt;br /&gt;you wanna be somebody so bad that you start something, more than one thing, that you think will make you totally unique or special. but then, you realise that another million people all over the world are doing the same damn thing. and then you realise, you're never going to be just &lt;em&gt;somebody.&lt;/em&gt; because somebody is just a little part of everybody. and then you remember that you gotta stop fighting. and you look, at what you have got, rather than what you haven't, and you finally understand that what you were fighting for was right infront of you the whole damn time. and then you feel like you've wasted all the time fighting, when you could have been enjoying all of this. then before you know it, everything's shown in proportion.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that feeling? well, i've been having that a lot lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking. as usual. over thinking, you may say.. and i'm fed up. i'm fed up of sitting here and having nothing to do but go out to the same places, or sit at home and spend all day on the internet because i have nothing else to do. i want to go and explore. i'm done here, i'm done with the 'country' life and the false expectations everyone leads. i want to go someplace else. i wanna go explore. why's that so much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh, whatever, i'll get over it eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7535466293349973434?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7535466293349973434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-that-feeling.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7535466293349973434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7535466293349973434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-that-feeling.html' title='you know that feeling?'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1371230897438295189</id><published>2009-07-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:29:33.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are free, you are free, it's a long way home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;title: coldplay - long way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yay. blogging, the relax of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so lets talk about my today. i've just been looking at today's postsecret's. they're absolutely awesome today! made it better that i was able to discuss them with kimmy. :) love you cuz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love them so much so that i felt the need to post my favourite one up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362803013823080066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SmyA7X9RpoI/AAAAAAAAALo/y696pr4jeYQ/s320/this+one%27s+for+me.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;truths much? i love it. i'm going to make sure that i have some more 'me' time from now onwards. thankyou postsecret. huge smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;in other news, the title can be today taken either literally or theoretically. because my house is a long way away from barnstaple. haha. which btw, i actually LOVE now. i've decided. i thought it was going to be annoying but it's actually amazing, i get to be away from everything whilst i still get to share it with my family. yay. oh and the other way you could interperate it is just CONFUSING. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so i was talking to my mum earlier, and we were talking about life.(don't worry, it wasn't as deep as it sounds). so we were basically talking about how quick everything can switch from fine one day and then everything can just change, in the space of days, minutes even. me and mum were both discussing how we've both noticed this in the past week. so i thought i'd just give it a mention. it's certainly made me appreciate everything i have at it's best, i'm going to live for today from now on, not for tomorrow. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;other than that, i have a few plans for the following week; camping with my huuuge group of favourite friends. :) camping again at another place with the same group of friends (HA), and a sleepy over with maddy, who i miss like a poo right now. I LOVE YOU. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i feel as though it's going to be a lovely restful week. PFFT! yeah, course Acott, dream on. :P i might watch a movie later and paint my nails though. maybe a facemask. okay, that 'me' time? it's kicking in ALREADY. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okay, that is all for now. hope everyone has a nice and restful sunday. I had roast lamb, so i already have. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lots of hugsies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;kat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1371230897438295189?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1371230897438295189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-free-you-are-free-its-long-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1371230897438295189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1371230897438295189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-free-you-are-free-its-long-way.html' title='you are free, you are free, it&apos;s a long way home..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SmyA7X9RpoI/AAAAAAAAALo/y696pr4jeYQ/s72-c/this+one%27s+for+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7585257389629536384</id><published>2009-07-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:46:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i left a piece of my heart, in your dresser..</title><content type='html'>title: dorm room - gabe bondoc (youtube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362081000610659058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SmnwQrJE-vI/AAAAAAAAALQ/duN1NVGH5wI/s320/Image346.jpg" /&gt;new picture. i'm not sure what inspired me to take a photo of a candle and a mini radio necklace. but i like it. so just roll with it yeeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i've spent my day watching movies and pondering about the world around me. my conclusion? it's a big ass world that i don't see enough of living out here. so i'ma make a big effort one day to go see it all. atleast, i hope i will. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;other than that, my holidays are buzzing right now. i love it. i love just being able to chill for once . it's nice, taking time out from everythin'. i guess it still hasn't hit me that in what? a couple weeks? we're gonna be year eleven. but then on the other hand, i feel like i'm in college already. so it's either WOAH or 'hey, hello world, you ready? coz i'm coming' :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;not much else really. i've been listening to gabe's songs on youtube, and a few other people's originals. they're not too baad. you guys should go check them out. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;any more news, check my twitter. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gonna go up heids' for a camp out tomorrow night. picture's will hopefully follow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's all for the blog side of things. but my mind isn't done with it's spillin yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking loads lately about what i wanna do when i leave school. and even with all this thinking? i still haven't got a clue what i want to do. which, tbh, sucks. but i decided on the conclusion that whatever happens my job/career/path is going to find me, and when it does, i'ma fight like a bitch to get what i want. so yeah, bring it on lil blue planet, i got all the loving from the big guy upstairs anywhos. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lots of hugs.&lt;/p&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362083475360851378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SmnyguTgJbI/AAAAAAAAALg/4xuELX8feaI/s320/Image348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7585257389629536384?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7585257389629536384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-left-piece-of-my-heart-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7585257389629536384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7585257389629536384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-left-piece-of-my-heart-in.html' title='i think i left a piece of my heart, in your dresser..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SmnwQrJE-vI/AAAAAAAAALQ/duN1NVGH5wI/s72-c/Image346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1626798083983640346</id><published>2009-07-23T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:57:44.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when I need a hand, you give me something to believe in..</title><content type='html'>title: tamar - purify (youtube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeeey.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored, tired and chatty this evening. right, i need to tell you about the last.. two days?&lt;br /&gt;right, so last night i stayed at hly's house. not much happened apart from our usual buy loads of chicken + watch friends session. although, okay, don't judge me for this.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;right, so hly drinks 1.5litres of water per day (so she claims). so i told her that i bet i could drink the same amount downing it in one. i only got like half way through on one downing, but after like ten minutes i'd nearly finished it all, then i felt EXTREMELY sick.. so um, I ran to the window (because that's OBVIOUSLY where people puke from? hahaha.) and I puked. : but like half of it stayed in hly's room. it was SO gross. : I'M SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on a lighter note. today has consisted of films and sleeping. boy, do i love the holidays?!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and watching smiley on webcam being a cool kid, while i talk to his fish. :D&lt;br /&gt;not much else has dominated my day. i only got home from hly's at like.. 4 you see.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING HAPPENS in Devon anyways. we all know that. ;P&lt;br /&gt;so i was wondering, is it strange that I wrote 'hug me' on a tree?&lt;br /&gt;love and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1626798083983640346?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1626798083983640346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-need-hand-you-give-me-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1626798083983640346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1626798083983640346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-need-hand-you-give-me-something.html' title='when I need a hand, you give me something to believe in..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5991126918299897835</id><published>2009-07-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:24:14.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>point blank.</title><content type='html'>Title: for once, not any song lyrics. just simple, point, blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was listening to 'hey there delilah' earlier + i was wondering.. who's delilah? i wonder what she thought of that song. coz i love it + i would love to have a song written to me. i hope she liked it. although i heard a rumour that delilah never dated the guy after the song. shame on her, he deserves better i think. :) sorry, just thought i'd share that with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my evening consists of more mugs of pg tips, lots of lovely msn conversations + i may go outside and write on some more leaves soon. i feel like a need to spread some happiness today. i've got way too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow everyone's going to the park/town. yay, i'm really excited, then i get to go around hly's for a friends sesh with chicken and all the rest of it. yay! i love our evening's like that.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't spent today doing much, only listening to music, more music and talking to people. woah, what an uninteresting life i lead. haha. oh well, whatever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you guys like my new picture with the mug and my piano. it's basically just my tuesday. although, while taking the picture i was praying the lappytop wouldn't fall on my head. haha. i've nearly learnt the whole of 'mad world' on the piano now. i'm excited, it's nice to express stress haha. plus c'mon, it is a bit of a mad world isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;wow, i haven't written this much for a blog in a long time! i've not really got many bloggy thingies to say. only that i love each and every one of you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;i also downloaded tweetdeck today! yay, it's so much better than just going on facebook + twitter, as it's all on one screen.&lt;br /&gt;apart from all of that junk, i haven't done anything productive, but it's okay, because everyone needs a lazy hoody day once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night dear friends, until tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5991126918299897835?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5991126918299897835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/point-blank.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5991126918299897835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5991126918299897835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/point-blank.html' title='point blank.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5953155230255092705</id><published>2009-07-21T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:13:47.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>designer skyline in my head, abstract and still well read..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Title: Designer Skyline - Owl City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe I promised people a picture of my room. :) Okay, so this isn't the best picture of it EVER, but you get the idea. I love it, it's my boudiour. ;P haha! :) Woah, I've blogged way too many times today. I'm getting a bit too overexcited again, which is funny, because I blog more when nothing's happening in my life than when things actually ARE happening. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA. Happy Tuesday world. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;kat. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360914915555716850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SmXLtlzKrvI/AAAAAAAAALI/fCvCb26FusQ/s320/Image339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5953155230255092705?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5953155230255092705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/designer-skyline-in-my-head-abstract.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5953155230255092705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5953155230255092705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/designer-skyline-in-my-head-abstract.html' title='designer skyline in my head, abstract and still well read..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SmXLtlzKrvI/AAAAAAAAALI/fCvCb26FusQ/s72-c/Image339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1105425121014329278</id><published>2009-07-21T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T04:23:13.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dog days are overrr..</title><content type='html'>Title: Florence and The Machine - Dog Days Are Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mornin' gays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tuesssdaaay! okay, so i'm not sure why that's an exciting prospect, but, it just is okay?!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaaha. so um, it's raining again. cuh! what's new? :(&lt;br /&gt;me + loz want the sun back! and we're upset that we haven't got it. but it's fine coz it's france sooon! mahaha! Nice here we come baby! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how is everyone? jollydiddlylolly?! :D I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;so today consists of lots of cups of tea, best friends chats, smiles + summer holiday vibes. baha!&lt;br /&gt;i love the holidays! OFFICIALLY. :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently drumming on my keyboard + it's taken me like half an hour just to write this blog up to here. bahaha. lucky it's the morning, we could be here ALL daaay.&lt;br /&gt;right, off to dance + think happy thoughts, mahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;looove life and all that jazzie.&lt;br /&gt;BAMKATblog.  DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1105425121014329278?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1105425121014329278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-days-are-overrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1105425121014329278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1105425121014329278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-days-are-overrr.html' title='the dog days are overrr..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-2758398712589464282</id><published>2009-07-20T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:48:34.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doop doobadoop doop doobadoop doop doop woah oh oh oohh..</title><content type='html'>yes, yes my title IS high school musical. but it's fine. coz we love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hallo readers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm over my huff, and i'm back and bad man. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;umm. so I found this postsecret on postsecret and I loved it. plus, it's got a really strong message behind it. &amp;amp; I can just imagine that it took the person hella guts to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360661497300453602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SmTlOtO1COI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSg-cqOSYH8/s320/done+caring..jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yesh. that's the postsecret. :) I know it's a bit.. well.. harsh. but I like it. :D it's nice. oh &amp;amp; i like the picture. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so not much has been happening this evenin'. loz is here and says hi. :) apart from that, one tree hill dominates our evening. tears and all eh loz? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we also failed a bannoffee pie.. as we made the toffee too chewy. :( oopsies, sorry mammy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;atleast we made a decent dinner. lasagne, yum! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mahaha. anyways. :) I'm done for tonight. havaa chat with mammy (nickie) then go to bed me thinkies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have a good monday poofaces. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-2758398712589464282?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/2758398712589464282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/doop-doobadoop-doop-doobadoop-doop-doop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/2758398712589464282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/2758398712589464282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/doop-doobadoop-doop-doobadoop-doop-doop.html' title='doop doobadoop doop doobadoop doop doop woah oh oh oohh..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KGpXrNv2BBs/SmTlOtO1COI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSg-cqOSYH8/s72-c/done+caring..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-365547930755753452</id><published>2009-07-20T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:27:33.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmeh.</title><content type='html'>everyone's got blogs. :( ahh well. I still like mine. ;)&lt;br /&gt;HI EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;guten abend. :)&lt;br /&gt;ONE TREE HILL WAS AMAZING. &amp;amp; loz cried. Epic fail. :D&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-365547930755753452?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/365547930755753452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/365547930755753452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/365547930755753452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmeh.html' title='mmeh.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4423001771592987172</id><published>2009-07-19T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:50:43.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for something i've never seen, alone &amp; i'm in between..</title><content type='html'>..we're only taking turns.. holding this world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title: trust me - the fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure why I haven't blogged earlier today. i've been dying to, but i'm sucha lazy bum lets be honest. but it's fine coz everybody appears to have blogs now :O, so they can all entertain you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Um everybody check my homies blogs yo. (baha, i'm so hardcore it's unreal man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thoughts-and-thinkables.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thoughts-and-thinkables.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - Smiley. (love you uncle smiles). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bry-kingdom.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.bry-kingdom.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; -Bry! :) I love Bryy! (Great Torrington School) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buffmanshan.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.buffmanshan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - Shan! :) I loveee you AKERS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fadeawayfootprints.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.fadeawayfootprints.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - My best friend. I love you Mads. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerd-delve.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.nerd-delve.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - Heidi face, my lovely sister. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.partyonthedancefloor.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.partyonthedancefloor.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - kimmy! :) Love you cuz.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. well, braidwood has it too but I forgot her link. :( Sorry babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. check them out big time. they rock my world. &amp;amp; of course they'll rock yours too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesh, that's the linking done. you guys owe me. CUH! It's like an advertising place ey'r! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAA. right, who wants some acott blogging? ME ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, as you can tell, i'm slightly OVER hyper &amp;amp; happy. but I blame my many friends and family for creating too much happiness in me yooo. :)&lt;br /&gt;so um, HI EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm not sane enough to do this right now..&lt;br /&gt;bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, right, reality, my day. jeez kat, get in the zone girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;btw, no one ask me what the hardcore gangster thing is happening for? I'm not sure either.&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; the fact I'm sticking random capitals in here &amp;amp; not in other places. it's fine. I'm a randomer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my day has been 'MAZIN. WHY? because I did my WHOLE room, which btw. is beautiful &amp;amp; I will take a picture soonish! :D AND because I've had a lovely convo on msn with all my best friends &amp;amp; my cousin &amp;amp; my mum has been extra nice and made me a chinese curry. so YAY. I love life..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; loz is coming tomorrow. and just general RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm done, I think i'm losing it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, more than..&lt;br /&gt;I need a cup of tea..&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. more than.. TEA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4423001771592987172?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4423001771592987172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-for-something-ive-never-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4423001771592987172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4423001771592987172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-for-something-ive-never-seen.html' title='looking for something i&apos;ve never seen, alone &amp; i&apos;m in between..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-8641305363171880703</id><published>2009-07-18T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:58:43.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A triangle trying to fit through a circle..</title><content type='html'>Title: Scar - Missy Higgins (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I'm sorry.. the blog was BLATES not long enough a minute ago. I have now composed myself enough to do a full length one OKAY?! HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically Harry Potter is tonight, unless I haven't told you enough times. ;) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I have a CHALLENGE for you guys.. I should make these regular..&lt;br /&gt;um, so this one's from Hly. Who bets you AREN'T as cool as her.. She had a ten minute conversation with an Indian Telemarketing guy &amp;amp; now thinks she's the bomb. So yeah, you guys have to do it too to prove that she isn't. ;) If you can't, then you're just not cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. Back to the blog..&lt;br /&gt;I've just been out to see my Step-Nephew. :)&lt;br /&gt;I realised he is EXTREMELY cute. :) I guess babies really aren't that bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;Thing is.. I guess a step nephew is a big step from a half brother/sister. &amp;amp; if I'm honest i'm REALLY scared. Lol. You know, for personal reasons that I shouldn't have to explain coz if we're close you'll know. :D&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I find out if Dad's is a boy or a girl on 25th August. I'm hoping for either tbh. I think I'd love to have a little sis, but I already have.. a lot of those now. Omg I actually can't keep up. : I have a 20 something year old step sis, a nine year old step sis &amp;amp; a soon to be step sis that's like 5? Then this one I kinda hope is a girl coz um, it's blood? I dunno. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then if it's a guy, I have a blood brother so yeah. Ha. But then I guess I wouldn't mind that either. I dunno if I'm even thinking about it being family yet. It's wierd. BAHA. Oh well. not sure why I just wrote all that. But that's just there FYI. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to today. :) Everything appears to be making me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tbh, tonight's going to be amazing. &amp;amp; I've recieved a ton of good news, and when people are happy? I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love, hope that was a bit of a longer one for you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-8641305363171880703?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/8641305363171880703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/triangle-trying-to-fit-through-circle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8641305363171880703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/8641305363171880703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/triangle-trying-to-fit-through-circle.html' title='A triangle trying to fit through a circle..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-5833400989032611052</id><published>2009-07-18T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:16:10.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go out with you tonight, a picnic with candlelight I might, just hold you tight..</title><content type='html'>YAY. POTTER DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I can bring myself to say amongst all my excitement. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'll probably blog tomorrow. I'm too lazy &amp;amp; I have to go get ready even if the film isn't for 7 hours and 15 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-5833400989032611052?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/5833400989032611052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-go-out-with-you-tonight-picnic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5833400989032611052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/5833400989032611052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-go-out-with-you-tonight-picnic.html' title='I wanna go out with you tonight, a picnic with candlelight I might, just hold you tight..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4799189316941690013</id><published>2009-07-17T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:41:42.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crack the shutters open wide I want to bathe you in the light of day.</title><content type='html'>Title: Crack The Shutters - Snow Patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wimoweh a wimoweh a wimoweh a wimoweh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SUMMER HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited it's no longer even funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so to kick off the six weeks of happy, it's HARRY POTTER tomorrow! I've been waiting for like EVER to see this film, and I'm SO freakin' excited! :D&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my day has been a big fat pile of happy. Why? Well because I didn't clamber out of bed 'till roughly 3pm and that was to shower before clambering back in to my humble abode. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then an evening of beautiful MSN conversations, talking to my mummy about wedding photos (which by the way, the ones I hadn't seen are BEAUTIFUL), and just basically screaming in people virtual faces 'AHHHH HOLIDAYS'. Oh! &amp;amp; a big fat kat cuppa of PG tips. Content much? So yeah, an amazing day, night and all round start to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, downloaded some dope tunes &amp;amp; got some ace movies on my ipod. Okay so one, but it's my favourite. Pursuit of Happyness much? :D&lt;br /&gt;love you all. more than chicken. which btw, is HELLA LOT.&lt;br /&gt;a very happy,&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4799189316941690013?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4799189316941690013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/crack-shutters-open-wide-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4799189316941690013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4799189316941690013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/crack-shutters-open-wide-i-want-to.html' title='crack the shutters open wide I want to bathe you in the light of day.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4770725763618309120</id><published>2009-07-16T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:56:11.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doesn't that sound familiar? doesn't that hit so close to home?</title><content type='html'>Title: Scar - Missy Higgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so I've just spent that last hour revamping my blog &amp;amp; I think I'm happy with the result. Although it &lt;strong&gt;was &lt;/strong&gt;yellow &amp;amp; summery, I like the sleekness of the grey so there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, tell me what you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know it's only an hour since my last blog but I was eager to blog again just to tell you guys that and because I've suddenly reached a very happy mood out of the blue. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my fourth cup of tea today I think.. oops..&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay because I love tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was just thinking to myself that it's been rainy all day? What happened to summer? Ah dang. That's sucky. Oh well, I still believe rain is as beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;This is my second blog of today and I'm still discussing irrelevant things with myself. If you don't want to waste half of your life reading this then leave now because nothing of interest will follow haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new picture on the left of my blog is of my daily evening. Haha. Minus the laptop which I couldn't get into the picture because I used it to TAKE the picture. Haaaha.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to ask by the way..do you think I should get my fringe back in? I was thinking of going off to get my haircut again. I think I'll get it back. I love my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like 5pm and I'm not on Msn. Woah, I'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about getting my furniture on Sunday. I'm finally going to have my piano back in my room. Although I'm not the best at it, and I don't play it that much, I miss it loads. Haha. I want to learn some new things in the next couple months. I hope to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know. My room is going to be.. French Vintage..? I think, I'm still undecided, I've got a buffed gold mirror, some like paisley kind of bed sheets, a cream double bed, my piano and cream dressing table. I'm also planning on framing some wallpaper, painting my pin board white &amp;amp; covering it in my many bus tickets and getting some pegs for pictures of friends etc for my room. Sound cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any extra ideas tell me. I need some. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the new layout. Search Missy Higgins music aswell. She's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love and PG tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4770725763618309120?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4770725763618309120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/doesnt-that-sound-familiar-doesnt-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4770725763618309120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4770725763618309120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/doesnt-that-sound-familiar-doesnt-that.html' title='doesn&apos;t that sound familiar? doesn&apos;t that hit so close to home?'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-3199850826800099615</id><published>2009-07-16T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:46:14.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know who I am, who I am without you. all I know is that I should.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Title: Where I Stood - Missy Higgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually love the song that's my title. I heard it twice on youtube covered and thought I would search the original. It's amazing. Listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the afternoon off from work today. I'm really relaxed and content at the moment. It's lovely. I've not been able to rest properly in the last couple of weeks. I'm so glad I can just sit here and BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. it's raining. Haha. I actually love the rain at the moment. This is of course when I am not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really done much this afternoon. I've mainly just been on youtube and constantly downloaded a ton of new music for the iPod as I feel it's very empty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an interesting day. I decided I actually couldn't live without music. It's like my life I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough about music. Back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not really anything to report on the blog front. Only that it's two days until the weekend. I can't wait. Harry Potter &amp;amp; Loz's followed by finally getting my furniture. Should be a great weekend. Haha, If you can't tell I'm a bit reluctant to write about things that are so simple today, I'm in an extremely emotional mood for some reason.. PMT coming up.. HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently downloading a couple of movies coz I'ma try to get them onto my iPod, I doubt it'll work; worth a try though right?&lt;br /&gt;As you guys can see my blog layout is now yellow. I thought I'd celebrate summer in true style. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few ideas for the blog and new pictures etc should be up soon. I realise I haven't done a blog with pictures in a while. There's just not been much to picture about that I feel suits my type of blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I have a new obsession with PG tips.. I love tea. It's so yummy. I never realised how yummy until recently. I've been having too many cups a day tbh. In this really cool cup that was my step-dad's but he didn't even realise he had it. So I'm claiming it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'll blog again tonight when I decide what I've got to say. :D&lt;br /&gt;Not entirely sure what this blog had been about, but we're all for randomness right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-3199850826800099615?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/3199850826800099615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-who-i-am-who-i-am-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3199850826800099615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/3199850826800099615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-who-i-am-who-i-am-without.html' title='I don&apos;t know who I am, who I am without you. all I know is that I should.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-1058372670310752871</id><published>2009-07-12T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:17:31.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you &amp; I both. love.</title><content type='html'>so I basically just did a whole blog and it was really really long, and then it failed on upload. which is kind of upsetting. and annoying. but oh well. that's life a guess. i'll have to start again. but this one shall be different because I don't like writing things twice. plus, everything was on impulse, and you can't repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title: you &amp;amp; I both - mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. so the last week has been slightly hectic eh?&lt;br /&gt;I think some may call it a beautiful mess? haha. sorry I have mraz on the mind.&lt;br /&gt;baha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see I'm too lazy to even bother with capital letters at the moment. yes, yes it has got to that level of laziness. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my past week at the journal for work experience has been what I can only describe as amazin', nothing more..&lt;br /&gt;it's strange. I learnt an unbelievable amount. yet with all of these experiences and the buzz of just leaving school and finally entering the big wide world.. it is making me even more confused.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as I think 'yeah, it's probably going to be more likely I'll go into law. yeah, that'll be a good idea' poof, and you have the best journalistic experience of your life. my writer's curiosity yet again takes centre stage and I once again get interested in the journalistic approach.&lt;br /&gt;and being told I have &lt;strong&gt;potential&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;the best thing that anyone's probably ever said to me. so proud of me. maybe one day I really might get somewhere?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so um, there's not a particular reason for this blog, I'm just blurting words into my keys. I've missed just spilling my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the car on the way home after a very eventful weekend at rosie's house, (if you want pictures, they'll probably be on facebook soon - but you dont, trust me) and I had my head out the window in the breeze. It's the most perfect day today, a very, very lazy one, but perfect non the less. so anyway, I was in the car.. and I realised that I love where I live.&lt;br /&gt;I totally took in the countryside. I can't wait until the bus journey home after school tomorrow. it's going to be brilliant. I miss them. &amp;amp; I finally have my notebook back. all is well my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that struck me today was when I logged on to 'postsecret'.&lt;br /&gt;there was one secret that made me have a 'woah that's heart kicking' feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I think the quote reads; "when I was younger, I didn't kill myself because I needed to see how harry potter ended" jeez. as a huge fan of harry potter I was totally like 'wow'. just shows how writing can touch so many people eh?&lt;br /&gt;i love jk rowling. officially, just for saving that person. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so um, that's pretty much it for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;all my love &amp;amp; lots more bloggie. I missed you mr.blogger. thank jeez I can start blogging again, I might even do one later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-1058372670310752871?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/1058372670310752871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-i-both-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1058372670310752871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/1058372670310752871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-i-both-love.html' title='you &amp; I both. love.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-4553325481108278775</id><published>2009-07-09T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:58:18.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>follow me..</title><content type='html'>Title: I wrote 'follow me' on a pile of leaves the other day when I was locked out of the house. I thought it would spread a bit of joy because everyone likes to chase leaves. I let them blow away in the wind so that people will one day follow them. :D I also wrote 'hello I'm mr leaf, nice to meet you' on one too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;so sorry that I haven't blogged in so long. It wasn't letting me sign in. Then when I found out how to, I was too lazy to. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;But that's beside the point. Here is my blog of today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after waking up at around 8.15, which was late for me as I decided I was tired. Haha. :) Anyways, after waking up then, I strolled down the stairs to find a drunken boy lying next to the fridge. On the floor, in the kitchen. At this point I should probably point out it was my brother's 18th last night, which would explain all of these sleeping bag mummies in different areas in the house. Anyways, it also smelt like bacon due to the egg and bacon muffins being cooked by Chris in the kitchen. I asked if I could have some, and the mummy I made out to be Harry didn't stir as I opened the fridge door to collect my ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;So that was the beginning of my morning..&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at work at roughly 8.58am. Nothing really happened in the morning. The usual. I wrote an article about construction safety for the company 'Morgan Ashurst' and then highlighted points in the Journal for follow up stories. The front cover of the Journal astonished me this morning though. As I was suprised to see my god damn self on it. Okay, so lets be frank, I was NOT anything to do with the article. But i'm there non the less. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my article is on page 15. :) BTW. This is the Barnstaple Edition. I'm not a dog, old lady, or whatever else may be on the other editions. :)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. :) That's my claim to North Devon fame.&lt;br /&gt;I've got Jamaican ginger cake to eat. :P&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love. :)&lt;br /&gt;Kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-4553325481108278775?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/4553325481108278775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/follow-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4553325481108278775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/4553325481108278775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/follow-me.html' title='follow me..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7410489188697918676</id><published>2009-07-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:08:40.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let the hour blast past right into ashes.</title><content type='html'>Title: Kanye, Ne-Yo &amp;amp; Keri Hilson - Knocks You Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kat. Incase you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a blah mood atm. :)&lt;br /&gt;nickie. I blame you for this blog. Stupid Iranian. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why my title was a random R&amp;amp;B song. But I'm listening to it. &amp;amp; I like it. So :P&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Tomorrow. Work experience. I'm actually shitting myself. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;Typically.&lt;br /&gt;oh Kim, I know you can't get online, but good luck ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And um.. Happy holidays people. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I may sleep... 80) &lt; That's a happy chubby face which makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7410489188697918676?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7410489188697918676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-hour-blast-past-right-into-ashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7410489188697918676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7410489188697918676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-hour-blast-past-right-into-ashes.html' title='let the hour blast past right into ashes.'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572690505217073584.post-7523137093802213013</id><published>2009-07-05T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:41:36.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't have to be part of the problem, I just need a second chance..</title><content type='html'>Title: Stay - Gavin DeGraw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;Need I even start on the last 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So like.. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Unless you didn't know. (Mum I'm sorry don't murder me okay?!) I got kicked out of the gig. :(&lt;br /&gt;Due to being 'Under the influence'. Which I thought was fair enough tbh. As I wasn't lets say.. completely sane.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into details. To be honest, they aren't details I'd like to remember. All you need to know Is I was pissed out of my face &amp;amp; I got kicked out of the gig by a bouncer, went home to Loz's and slept. Felt like shit in the morning &amp;amp; decided I don't like drinking anymore. :) ahh, life's lessons. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. Thanks to everyone who looked after me. :) And generally to ALL my friends who I realised are more than VERY important to me last night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and.. I bought a new top from topshop. 28 pound. Blue &amp;amp; white striped. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get Hot Chocolate and watch River Cottage online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1572690505217073584-7523137093802213013?l=standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/feeds/7523137093802213013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-have-to-be-part-of-problem-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7523137093802213013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1572690505217073584/posts/default/7523137093802213013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinginthecrowd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-have-to-be-part-of-problem-i.html' title='you don&apos;t have to be part of the problem, I just need a second chance..'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889731086837569473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rR4RbSA-WP0/Tab3jvkSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/bndCF5bIWTQ/s220/DSCN1821.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
