<?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-1003969062291344814</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:03:19.698-07:00</updated><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='pounds'/><category term='lose weight'/><category term='goals'/><category term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>katrina cru</title><subtitle type='html'>what can I say? a lot.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-3934101266429882568</id><published>2010-06-09T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:58:09.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell...</title><content type='html'>So much to say, but I will make it short. I'm saying goodbye to katrinacru and saying hello to something new. This blog will no longer be, but I will still remain me...haha this isn't meant to rhyme. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am going else where with my blogs. A place where I can be a little more creative as far as design, layout, etc. I feel just a bit limited with Blogger. Also, it's just a chance to start fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SOOO much to say and get off my chest about certain people in my life and certain situations...I'll do it all at the new place. I may or may not post a link to where I am going next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um...it's been a journey here. I've revealed so much about my life and my true feelings on here. I will continue to do that. It's very therapeutic. 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell. So long. Good bye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-3934101266429882568?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/3934101266429882568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=3934101266429882568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3934101266429882568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3934101266429882568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/06/farewell.html' title='Farewell...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-3276681688333942143</id><published>2010-05-13T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:12:46.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down, 1 to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WHEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My oh My, I did it! I got through this dreadful semester and I have just one more semester to go before I'm done for good. It's so funny to me how at the beginning of each semester I start out at this nice easy pace and then when it gets toward the end, I'm like crawling and panting towards the finish line. But I made it, and that's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few exciting things have happened since I last posted. I got a new job! I'm working at another clothing store, but this time, I will be much more supported. I'm so ready for something new. New people, new co-workers, new experience. And, it's closer to my house so that's a plus. What else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw my three good friends that I use to work with two days ago. They were my co-workers from my very first job and I hadn't seen them in over 3 years. It was soooo good to see them. They have grown up so much since and are doing great things. One of them joined the Navy and is going to re-enlist after his contract is up. He answered all my questions about the Navy. The other two guys are cops! That surprised me. They're twin brothers and one is a cop for the City of Burbank and the other brother is going to become one as well. They were telling me crazy stories about the different arrests they've made. The worst part about being a cop? Seeing people die, they said. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm back on Facebook. It's whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAYY! It's summertime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But before I hit the beach, I have to clean my room cause it looks like Hurricane Katrina blew through...oh wait...lol&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-3276681688333942143?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/3276681688333942143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=3276681688333942143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3276681688333942143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3276681688333942143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-down-1-to-go.html' title='1 down, 1 to go'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-9152776883373420262</id><published>2010-04-24T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:18:39.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the past three months, the musical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into the Woods&lt;/span&gt; has been my life. I, along with 3 others were Prop Masters for the show. Basically, everything that the actors hold in their hands in considered a prop. We researched, traveled far and wide to get the proper prop. I think the hardest prop (we call it (w)itchie prop) haha, was making a staff in which "magic" or light came out of it. We actually pulled a piece of wood from a tree, carved in down so it looked like a staff and then ran wire through it and so on. Other than that, the props were pretty simple to obtain. I've sat through rehearsal many times and I LOVE the show. The music is catchy and the actors are just amazing. I think I might go to one of the shows just to see/hear audience reaction. Last night was opening night and I'm excited to here how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My favorite character in the show is the witch. I love how on the outside she is mean and ugly, but on the inside she has a heart and she wants nothing but the best for her daughter Rapunzel even though she can be a bit overbearing. My favorite part of the play is when the witch approaches the Baker and his wife and performs the song Greens, Greens. Take a little peek at our production below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5f642345c61177f9" 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" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f642345c61177f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53150A9E50595AC7C6DA67286CAF7BD964BC6B3B.8055D5467B03199C04488386B88236BCDDC5CB15%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f642345c61177f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFLF_9QNqPxLmhPbnFeHmSCFpcUI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f642345c61177f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53150A9E50595AC7C6DA67286CAF7BD964BC6B3B.8055D5467B03199C04488386B88236BCDDC5CB15%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f642345c61177f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFLF_9QNqPxLmhPbnFeHmSCFpcUI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-9152776883373420262?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/9152776883373420262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=9152776883373420262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/9152776883373420262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/9152776883373420262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/04/into-woods.html' title='Into the Woods'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1804202673594390149</id><published>2010-04-22T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:28:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense Face Molding - Prop Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The things we do in my prop class are just horrifying to me. Today we did a face molding project. We had (actually, they had) to put this plaster mixture on their entire face and let it sit and dry. When you take it off it forms a mold of your face. Why we are doing this is beyond me. This project has nothing to do with props in my opinion. I refuse to do it. My face is already very sensitive and then putting that plaster stuff on it will just make it worse. So, instead I decided to take a little video for you. The scary clumpy looking faces are that way because their team waited a little too long to apply it to their face and it dried before they could make a smooth application. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-942150d70cbb95ea" 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" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D942150d70cbb95ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17522DC235C7FE396CF87975EA8A3C566728018F.78DDCDC0AA5E3A3DC3E23A7BD370D8E6C80DDD6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D942150d70cbb95ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj5aVZvskrKJFrOfn7BVAJnEFlmE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D942150d70cbb95ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17522DC235C7FE396CF87975EA8A3C566728018F.78DDCDC0AA5E3A3DC3E23A7BD370D8E6C80DDD6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D942150d70cbb95ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj5aVZvskrKJFrOfn7BVAJnEFlmE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Also, peep some still photos of my day in prop class below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S9Cv59EL-MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AkAP8N1jQZE/s1600/IMG00638-20100420-1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S9Cv59EL-MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AkAP8N1jQZE/s200/IMG00638-20100420-1148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463059758179940546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S9Cwd-KxWZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/s5rLSv3EHXk/s1600/IMG00634-20100420-1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S9Cwd-KxWZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/s5rLSv3EHXk/s200/IMG00634-20100420-1145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463060376951282066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S9CwddBcB9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/y49lW-TJ3dA/s1600/IMG00636-20100420-1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S9CwddBcB9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/y49lW-TJ3dA/s200/IMG00636-20100420-1146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463060368053766098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scaaary looking!&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/1003969062291344814-1804202673594390149?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1804202673594390149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1804202673594390149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1804202673594390149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1804202673594390149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/04/intense-face-molding-prop-class.html' title='Intense Face Molding - Prop Class'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S9Cv59EL-MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/AkAP8N1jQZE/s72-c/IMG00638-20100420-1148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6354494039971201429</id><published>2010-04-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:49:40.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I need facebook rehab? lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wow. I never thoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;ht I would be having withdrawals, but I am. I miss being on Facebook! Fear not. I have not given in to the addiction! It's tempting though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Today started out a little glitchy, but the latter half was great. In improv class today we had a voice over director come and speak to us. Cathie was her name. She owns a voice-over agency in L.A along with her husband. Cathie gave us the low-down on the business of voice-over. It was eye-opening and fun to listen to voice-over examples that she brought for us. I never thought about doing voice-over work, but after learning more about it--who knows for the future. I guess I want to focus on acting first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay--so when I got home today...a rare and crazy thing happened. *gasp* All my roommates were in the kitchen at the SAME TIME! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt; You're probably thinking, "Uh, so?" It NEVER happens! We are always missing each other or not home at the same time. So we actually cooked dinner and sat at the couch and watched a show together. It was amazing. We watched Minute to Win It. (That show is awesome btw, very suspenseful game show!) We laughed, talked and just had a great time. haha Crazy, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm in a good mood for some reason. Not that I'm always in a bad mood. Cause, I am most always in a good mood. But I feel really good right now and I'm not sure why? I better savor this moment. haha But it's not like I'm never going to experience this again. I will. It's just been a really long time since I felt this way. Okay. I'm done. :)&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-6354494039971201429?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6354494039971201429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6354494039971201429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6354494039971201429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6354494039971201429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-i-need-facebook-rehab-lol.html' title='Do I need facebook rehab? lol'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6677520027635606347</id><published>2010-04-12T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:51:30.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Network Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've decided to take a break. A break from social networks. Yesterday it hit me how dependent I am on social networks. It's like a drug. I have to know what my friends are doing morning, noon and night! It's become ridiculous. So, from today until the end of the school semester, I am taking a break from Facebook, Myspace, Twitter AND celebrity gossip sites like OMG! Yahoo. (What? I'm a sucker for celebrity gossip! :[ This is going to free up a lot of time so I can do more reading and oh yah, homework. I deactivated Facebook temporarily and then I thought of completely deleting my MySpace. Then I thought about my brother and cousins who are on there and not on Facebook  -so I decided to keep it. Twitter is horrible! I follow too many celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this will be good for me. In fact, I know it will. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's time that I reevaluate my priorities and focus on what is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6677520027635606347?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6677520027635606347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6677520027635606347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6677520027635606347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6677520027635606347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/04/social-network-hiatus.html' title='Social Network Hiatus'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2817008888375034071</id><published>2010-04-03T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:07:35.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Being on Spring Break has given me just a little taste of what it's going to be like when I finally graduate at the end of this year. And let me tell you....it tastes reeeal good! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Today was awesome in that I just got to relax. The past weekend and week have been tough...so to not have to do anything was pure bliss. Tonight we had service at church for Good Friday. It was very good to hear people share about their past and what God has done for them now. I was kind of shocked to hear one story in particular --but not really. You never know someone until they tell you exactly who they are. Even though I knew certain things, it made me think was it real or just a conquest? Either way, everyone is granted grace and forgiveness through Jesus. A lot of people shared about drug addictions, alcoholism, or getting their satisfaction through sexual means. I couldn't relate in that way. I never relied on the opposite sex for validation or attention. (In fact, I was the opposite. Too independent!) I never did drugs or had a problem with alcohol. I guess it was just the way I was brought up. I literally looked to my mom as my example and my rock. She never had a problem with any of the above stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;My issues have always been with my character. The way I lived my life. I was/am prideful, selfish, deceitful, dishonest at times, lazy, tardy, etc... These are things that may not SEEM as bad as drug addition or immorality --but they are. In fact, in God's eyes...they're all the same to him. No sin is more worse than another. It's a constant daily  struggle to keep sin at bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anyway, it took mad guts for people to share about their true selves. You have to do what makes you feel right before God. He is the only one is which you should feel like, "What is he gonna think of me?" All other people's thoughts of you don't matter whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well, I'm off to bed. Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2817008888375034071?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2817008888375034071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2817008888375034071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2817008888375034071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2817008888375034071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/04/guts.html' title='GUTS'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-28929427892990696</id><published>2010-03-08T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:38:24.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love surprises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't surprise money the best kind of money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's kind of like when you find a 5 dollar bill in the back pocket of your pants that you totally forgot you put there like 2 weeks ago..and BAM! Brings a smile to your face, doesn't it? Or, when your job randomly sends you a check in the mail for all your hard work. Kind of makes up for all the crap they gave you throughout the year. I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. They don't get off that easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, the latter happened to me today. I walked into my house and saw the mail sitting on the counter. Hmmm...what could it be? So I open it and to my surprise was a decent size check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises like that make my day. *sigh*&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/1003969062291344814-28929427892990696?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/28929427892990696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=28929427892990696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/28929427892990696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/28929427892990696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-surprises.html' title='I love surprises!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7544588518285945265</id><published>2010-03-08T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:25:09.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>backward progress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever get the feeling that you're moving backward instead of forward? You're at an age where you feel you should have progressed in whatever (maturity, spirituality, financially, socially...whatever!) and somehow you feel held back? I feel that way sometimes. I feel as though in some areas of my life I'm taking steps back when I should be moving forward. I should be way ahead of the game in some areas, but because of my "i don't care" attitude and my low drive to act, I'm not at the place I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am seriously in whatever mode. I'm lukewarm. I have no drive right now. I'm just trying to get by. Motivation is extremely low. Lower than it's ever been. I'm like a hunk of mass taking up space. Honestly, what am I contributing to the world? To my community? To my friends? To my family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder if I'm suffering from depression and I don't know it. There are days where I don't want to leave the house. My room. I don't want to see or talk to anyone. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to be excited again. I need that excitement back where I thought that I could do anything and everything. I wanted to volunteer and serve people. I wanted to meet people and make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where are my frickin' convictions?!?! Why can't I say no and have a specific answer in which I believe in wholeheartedly??? How did I get here? My heart needs to be softened.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me pouring out my true feelings. No sugar coating with me. This is me for who I am. My struggles. I'm human.&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/1003969062291344814-7544588518285945265?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7544588518285945265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7544588518285945265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7544588518285945265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7544588518285945265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/03/backward-progress.html' title='backward progress?'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4985963061391759661</id><published>2010-03-06T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:25:31.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's that saying??</title><content type='html'>When one door closes, another one opens? Something like that. Well, good things are happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ja! Feliz Cumpleanos para me! viente-quartro anos! Yo soy vieja! jajajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-4985963061391759661?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4985963061391759661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4985963061391759661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4985963061391759661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4985963061391759661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-that-saying.html' title='what&apos;s that saying??'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7741657925917919489</id><published>2010-03-05T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:09:53.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not the end of the world...</title><content type='html'>...but sometimes is feels that way. Right now my faith is being tested hardcore. I've decided to officially part ways with my uncle's firm and now I am out of a decent paying job. I still have that mall job but it pays nothing. So now I'm kind of stuck --but not. I know something will come along. It's not the end. It just feels weird not being under my uncle's "wing" so to speak. I've been there for almost 4 years and it's been like my safe job. But now, it's time for me to move on. It's bitter sweet because I'll miss the co-workers and of course seeing my uncle everyday. But the truth is I was getting a bit restless. I felt like I didn't want to drive the distance anymore or sit at a desk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I just pray that I find something flexible and decent soon because April will be here before I know it and rent will be due again. *sigh* Right now, it's so hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. God has never failed me. I will be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-7741657925917919489?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7741657925917919489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7741657925917919489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7741657925917919489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7741657925917919489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-end-of-world.html' title='it&apos;s not the end of the world...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1554608221627611352</id><published>2010-02-25T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:35:46.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been HIM all along.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The heart of man plans his way, but the LORD establishes his steps. - Proverbs 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-1554608221627611352?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1554608221627611352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1554608221627611352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1554608221627611352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1554608221627611352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-him-all-along.html' title='It&apos;s been HIM all along.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2229897249396098398</id><published>2010-02-15T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:19:43.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back on the grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back from Utah. We didn't win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Learned tons though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In all honesty, all of us believed the host school was a little bias, seeing as the majority of the winners attended the host school! Whaaaat is that all about? Anyway, I came (mostly for the workshops and support), I saw (great live shows) and I conquered (staying in boring Utah for a week). All twelve of us deserve an award for that! At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! I also supported my partner which is why I was there in the first place. Ultimately,  she was the one being judged, not me. Their responses to our scenes were very shallow as well. They made comments that had nothing to do with the performances. "Why did you wear a scarf? It was swallowing your neck." Are you serious? What the heck does that have to do with THE PERFORMANCE??? "You both had great chemistry and you both looked strikingly beautiful the minute you two stepped onto the stage." Ummm....okay? Thanks for the compliment? But again, what does this have to do with our performance?? I swear, I felt like we were auditioning in front of Simon and Paula for American Idol. Give me a freakn' break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So now that that is over and done with. I can get back to the regularly scheduled program. Classes. I have tons of reading to do. I also need to meet with my advisor so she can sign my graduation application form. Whoo! Can't wait to graduate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okie Dokie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2229897249396098398?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2229897249396098398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2229897249396098398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2229897249396098398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2229897249396098398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-on-grind.html' title='back on the grind'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-5920742666140280490</id><published>2010-02-06T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:42:48.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 years young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yesterday was my best friend's birthday. She turned 24 and we had a blast! A group of us celebrated with cake and a night of dancing. It was a rainy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; night, but we didn't let a little water stop us from having a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Check out some pics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S23flmjn0tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/A_sIJqKjdmY/s1600-h/mbday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S23flmjn0tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/A_sIJqKjdmY/s200/mbday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435246162404168402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S23fyGFwShI/AAAAAAAAAUc/n4EWkfSsGh4/s1600-h/mbday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S23fyGFwShI/AAAAAAAAAUc/n4EWkfSsGh4/s200/mbday5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435246377027258898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Speaking of birthdays, yours truly has one coming up next month. I too will be 24 years young. Almost half way to 30!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-5920742666140280490?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/5920742666140280490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=5920742666140280490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5920742666140280490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5920742666140280490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/02/24-years-young.html' title='24 years young!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S23flmjn0tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/A_sIJqKjdmY/s72-c/mbday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2277428775133830120</id><published>2010-01-24T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:34:23.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have great roomies :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S1w-A_uBzII/AAAAAAAAAT8/skVxfHk8le0/s1600-h/lykagift.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/_uurkqPJRC7c/S1w-A_uBzII/AAAAAAAAAT8/skVxfHk8le0/s320/lykagift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430283437527387266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on our kitchen counter... very nice of her, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2277428775133830120?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2277428775133830120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2277428775133830120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2277428775133830120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2277428775133830120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-great-roomies.html' title='i have great roomies :)'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S1w-A_uBzII/AAAAAAAAAT8/skVxfHk8le0/s72-c/lykagift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2605324346598283505</id><published>2010-01-21T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:41:59.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how swedish!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was literally the longest day of my life! Everything was back to back to back! I had like 15 minutes of break time today to eat a craisin almond mix I made and an apple. Sheesh...hump day are officially crap days for m... :( I got into one of the classes that I need to graduate. That's good. Tomorrow I meet with the Theatre Department chairman to see if he will override the dumb "rules" and get me into another class that I soo badly need. *prays he'll say yes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my improv class today. I found that I love sitting back and watching people improvise rather than participating. I think too much to be any good. Although participating was tons of fun, I don't think I will keep the class, but we shall see. It's definitely a stress reliever to be able to have it as my last class of crap day and be able to just laugh and essentially "play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today was the first meeting of improv, you meet new people who have either transferred or are non-theatre majors but are interested in the class. I met this guy and we hit it off very well. He's originally from Sweden and he's here on a student visa. What's funny was he kept staring at me out in the hall, hours before I ever knew we had the same class together. Anywho, we talked about school and acting and what his professional plans are. Marketing. "Oh nice, I do marketing as well....for my uncle's firm," I replied. After class was over he stopped me before I  could leave and said it was a pleasure and hopefully he'll see me again (he might not take the class either). I replied quickly, "Oh okay, nice meeting you too!" as I storm out the class like a crazy woman late for work! Dumb me, I should of at least established some kind of contact so I could invite him out and stuff. Next time for sure, he was so open with me. On a side note he is verrry good looking. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, why did I keep getting foot spasms at work today??? I think I'm flat-footed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my BLACKBERRY!!!! Whoo Hooo!! You have no idea how happy I am to finally have a real phone. That prepaid thing was not cutting it! So I'm going back to be original number that hopefully everyone still has. OH! And the video feature is A-MAZING...so crytal clear, it's like watching HD television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooped. Nite. ...or morning.&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/1003969062291344814-2605324346598283505?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2605324346598283505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2605324346598283505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2605324346598283505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2605324346598283505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-swedish.html' title='how swedish!!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-3106655403216087114</id><published>2010-01-20T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:01:49.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a day. Running around here and there and surprisingly enjoying it. I'm learning to just take things as they are and one step at a time. Be in the moment and be patient while in the moment. Whether it's in traffic or waiting in line (the worst places I hate to be!) just be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Glad Michelle is there on Tuesdays now. It's good to see her face. We're "Sparks" buddies. haha Some may think this is lame. She and I do not. We think it's awesome. She's refreshing her memory of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and I am putting my own current book aside to start reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Last Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Both movies will be out in a few months and we plan to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mean to judge or gossip, but, really!? Have you seen Heidi Montag recently? Yes, POST plastic surgery! Poor, poor thing. I know it's her decision or what not but....she looks like a straight up plastic blow up doll!! She was fine befooorrree. :( Just looking at her creeps me out and makes me sad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-3106655403216087114?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/3106655403216087114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=3106655403216087114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3106655403216087114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3106655403216087114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-it-begins-again.html' title='and so it begins again...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7494498265492979024</id><published>2010-01-14T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:07:24.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasadena sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh, seriously? Pasadena hates my life. I got a parking ticket because my meter expired. Hey! I can't help that my shopping therapy session went a little over time. teehee ... deng, $40 bucks man. Let's not mention the $300 speeding ticket I have yet to pay from October of last year. (It's not late. I used my 90 day extension.) I swear they have me on their radar. Stalkers. Ya know, I try not to stay in Pasadena more than I have to...but they have really nice stores and eateries --so I get tempted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anywhoooo...I picked up some pretty cute duds today. I have (or had) no tops in my closet! I have mostly pants, but hardly any tops. So I bought a few tops and a couple other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Friday evening shall be a lot of fun. My co-worker is leaving our office because he got a job offer, and so the whole office (minus our bosses --his dad, my uncle) are going to get together in his honor and farewell.  :( I guess we're gonna hang out somewhere in either Old Town or hit LA? Not sure, yet. But I'm only gonna stay a lil while because I will head to "the other side of the world" to my friend's place for GAME NIIIIGHT! whoop!! lol I love gatherings of many kind --warms my already warm heart. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of love. I am going to be donating funds for &lt;a href="http://www.yele.org/"&gt;Haiti Relief.&lt;/a&gt; I think you should too. We have it so good compared to them and its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very difficult&lt;/span&gt; to put ourselves in their shoes.  After all, they are there and we are here; but tables could easily turn. We are no better, nor more special. Just blessed.&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-7494498265492979024?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7494498265492979024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7494498265492979024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7494498265492979024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7494498265492979024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/pasadena-sucks.html' title='Pasadena sucks.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1492880293730603071</id><published>2010-01-11T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:22:53.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed to Utah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say all good things must come to an end. But why does it have to be so quick? Or at least it feels that way. Winter break is way too short. But that's how it is when you enjoy something so much and it comes right to an end. Just like that.  [You can probably tell how much I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to go back to school in a couple weeks! ha!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT! There is also a saying that states when one thing ends another begins...or something like that. So there ya go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So um, it looks like yours truly is headed to Utah in the month of Feb. Yes, yes.. I received a message from my friend from school and she wants me to be her partner in the regional acting competition in Utah. [Think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bring It On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...but for acting. haha minus the cattiness!** I hope.] Colleges from all around the state will be there to compete for NATIONALS! How exciting!! All expenses for travel, hotel and food will be paid for. There will be workshops, socials, award ceremonies and the finalists will be judged by celebrity guests. Fun, fun, fun! I've been to Utah before and it is absolutely beautiful! I hear that the host campus is beautiful as well. I was a little shocked that my friend picked me but nevertheless honored and excited! There is one small hurdle I must jump in order to go. Yep, my jobs. But I'm not too worried because neither job is extremely busy in the beginning of the year so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been thinking about my tattoo(s). I WILL get one this year. For sure! My cousin Josh has many a tattoo and will refer me to one of his people. As far as what to get...still kind of undecided. I know I want something that incorporates my mom, my brother and myself somehow. Then I also want like a saying or words that I live by. Aahh..I'm gonna get inked! O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nite. nite.&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-1492880293730603071?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1492880293730603071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1492880293730603071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1492880293730603071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1492880293730603071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/headed-to-utah.html' title='Headed to Utah?'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-3466580846628056017</id><published>2010-01-10T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:52:42.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute pic alert! haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S0rV0OZKrXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Zk_p1Rp7jtE/s1600-h/newyears09.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/_uurkqPJRC7c/S0rV0OZKrXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Zk_p1Rp7jtE/s320/newyears09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425383794314751346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Years 2010&lt;/span&gt; - Me with some friends on New Years.&lt;br /&gt;My outfit looked cute! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-3466580846628056017?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/3466580846628056017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=3466580846628056017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3466580846628056017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3466580846628056017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/cute-pic-alert-haha.html' title='Cute pic alert! haha'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S0rV0OZKrXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Zk_p1Rp7jtE/s72-c/newyears09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-9027915236019912654</id><published>2010-01-07T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:37:35.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili!!</title><content type='html'>People back East would probably think I was insane complaining about how "cold" it is here in California. "Chiiilld..you don't know what cold iissss," they'd probably say. Well, they probably wouldn't say it like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. But hey, this is cold for US because we're not used to anything below 75 pretty much. At least I'm not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a chill day. Went to work in the morning and the time flew by. Came home and relaxed. Had midweek and then a few friends and I went to Chili's for dessert --and girl talk. Good times. Didn't know I was gonna get grilled..haha but it was all good. Us girls looove details. We want to know down to the laaaaaast detail about everything. I had a hard time going into detail about certain things only because it was a little awkward.. but whateves. Girl talk is great because you learn a lot about people --stuff that I never knew, but brings me closer to them. I feel more comfortable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little confused about him. I don't know if I still like him or not. I asked the girls if they could ever see me with him and they said no. Honestly, if I was with him --I think there would be some really good moments (like I already had, haha) but then there would be times where I'm like "Wow, I can't do this!" It would be a rocky, up and down relationship. The idea of it sounds nice. But the reality is kind of  daunting. I'm not gonna lie, I do miss him and I did fall into strong like...but I don't know... then it's like, if the time ever came where we had the opportunity to date --would I say no? No. I would give it a chance. Who knows what the future holds. Out of all of them, he's the only one I could possibly see myself with. From what I hear, he has issues. But then again, we all do! I knOw I do!!! But there are other people out there...that's why I'm not even stressn' over him. By no means am I in a hurry to date anyway. Maybe its because I've been single for so long. My time will come..whether its with him or not. I'm just goin with the flow...like a pisces fish.   &lt;---- ??? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mucho tired... gonna get my beauty rest now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-9027915236019912654?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/9027915236019912654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=9027915236019912654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/9027915236019912654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/9027915236019912654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/chili.html' title='Chili!!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6250813598247229131</id><published>2010-01-04T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:51:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great book hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since last year, I've been on this great hunt for a great book. A "great book" to me is one that will keep me enraptured until the very last page. It's been a really long time since I've found a book that could do that to me. A really looong time! And I don't want a small 200-300 pg novel that I could read in like a day. I want a big, juicy, can'tputthisbookidowncauseitsTHATgood read. So what do I like to read? Mystery. Romance (but not that soppy/Fabio kinda romance...ick!). Thriller. Books that make you think. I'm not into vampires or the Harry Potter Series. Not my thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S0Loo2tw7AI/AAAAAAAAATM/urqhRYpTyL0/s1600-h/underthedomecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S0Loo2tw7AI/AAAAAAAAATM/urqhRYpTyL0/s200/underthedomecover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423152689887374338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, after weeks of searching through hundreds of books on the web. I finally settled on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/span&gt; haha... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen King's: Under the Dome&lt;/span&gt;. I read the synopsis as well as reviews for this book and I am so excited. It's sounds so interesting and mysterious. Basically, its about a small English town that suddenly gets covered by a clear dome --cut off from the rest of the world. Drama ensues with the inhabitants within the town (or dome) as villians and heroes rise to make sense of what the dome is, why its there and will they survive? What's fascinating about the book is the lives and the interactions of the people who are put in this bizarre situation and the things that they do to one another. You see their struggles and picture yourself in their shoes. At the end, the reader learns a simple lesson about humankind. It's a modern horror story that (I think) will leave me glued to the very end. Oh! The book includes a character list (with descriptions), as well as a detailed map of the town so the reader can get a better feel and understanding of the read. I have a feeling that this book will be turned into a film. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sooo..tomorrow I have the entire day off! Yay! I plan to take a little trip to the bookstore and buy this book. It's around $20. Not bad. 1088 pgs long. Nice and juicy!! Definitely going to take my time with this book and just enjoy!&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-6250813598247229131?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6250813598247229131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6250813598247229131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6250813598247229131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6250813598247229131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-book-hunt.html' title='the great book hunt'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/S0Loo2tw7AI/AAAAAAAAATM/urqhRYpTyL0/s72-c/underthedomecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6007029508305448305</id><published>2010-01-03T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:57:36.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>easy sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels so nice to not have work on a Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Church was nice with the kids. I love them, they're such cutie pies! :) I get the best of both worlds...I get to perform &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;I learn something from every skit that we do for them. I love that they love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lunch with my cousin and a few peeps at California Pizza Kitchen was nice. Good times! Afterward, Nathan, Egida and I went to Forever 21 and decided to give my cousin a lil makeover. I picked out a nice fitted jacket for Nathan and it looked soo nice on him. Next month is his birthday (17!!), so I'll probably get it for him then. In the video below you'll see what Egida picked out for him --uh, not quite his style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9dbab1debb82fb77" 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" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9dbab1debb82fb77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D1B00438AB7857EE0F6D183FFC9B29D45725AAC.109BAAEDF5F650C778368E7C500E16F3408C46BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9dbab1debb82fb77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlPwnuat-385VyYH1AMx3SFNrMcw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9dbab1debb82fb77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D1B00438AB7857EE0F6D183FFC9B29D45725AAC.109BAAEDF5F650C778368E7C500E16F3408C46BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9dbab1debb82fb77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlPwnuat-385VyYH1AMx3SFNrMcw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I headed to my aunt's place today as well. I find that I'm opening up to her more now than I ever did before. She is honestly like a second mom to me. I tell her things that I would have never told her a couple years ago. I think it's because she isn't judging me anymore. She's actually listening and not so quick to give advice. Cause sometimes, all you want is a listening ear. I love her. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking with a friend today on the phone and she said, "Why do guys get so much credit for being guys?" and I asked, "What do you mean?" She proceeded to explain how girls will fall all over a guy even if the guy isn't all that super special. Or even if he is special of a few, girls will lift him on a pedestal as though he were the only fish in the sea! I thought about what she was saying and it is so true! Granted,  good men are hard to find --but, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; out there. I agreed with her because even in high school I found it quite foolish for two girls to cling to one guy. Especially, when there were hundreds of them! And sometimes, one of the girls wouldn't even like the guy (or so she would claim) but saw to it that the other girl didn't have him for whatever interior motive she had in her heart. How sad and shady, right? So I said to my friend, "We need not give them so much credit because until you find the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;; guys you find interesting for the moment will come and they will go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story.&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-6007029508305448305?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6007029508305448305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6007029508305448305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6007029508305448305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6007029508305448305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/easy-sunday.html' title='easy sunday'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8932814701013880597</id><published>2010-01-01T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:37:54.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's reflect, shall we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope everyone had a great New Years Eve, I know I did! I cut the rug with my dance moves lol...more on that lata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course I didn't! my resolution for 2010 is not to make any resolutions. I'll definitely keep that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few people I know birthed babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a closer, personal relationship with God and maybe a dating relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What date from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July was a crazy month for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anna in the tropics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not giving my classes my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither, thank GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle for completing his Ph.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLS, BILLS, BILLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Dance by Lady Gaga and that stoopid Boom Boom Pow BEP song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i. happier or sadder? definitely HAPPIER&lt;br /&gt;- ii. thinner or fatter? lol...definitely fatter&lt;br /&gt;- iii. richer or poorer? a little richer, but not quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be outwardly focused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating and worrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Did you fall in love in 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...i fell in strong LIKE ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. How many one-night stands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew, never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naw...I don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Actor's Business. Talks about how as an actor you have to run yourself&lt;br /&gt;as you would any business. YOU are the product. My friend Omar gave me the book&lt;br /&gt;as a birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid Cudi...the only CD I've actually bought in over 2 years. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be on stage before i graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What did you want and not get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things! a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What were your favorite films of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Button, Avatar, I Love You Beth Cooper, Transformers 2, The Hangover,&lt;br /&gt;and Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 --I think I had a simple birthday dinner or something...deng my memory is leaving me--gettn' old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I have God, my health, family and friends. what more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever I could throw on and get me out the door fast enough,  while looking at least halfway decent! 2009 was rush here and there...no time to really hone my fashion "concept". maybe that will change this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayer and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama and Health Reform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Whom did you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Who was the best new person(s) you met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met and made soo many new friends at school last semester...crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be BOLD and go after what you want. also, don't let people's actions or words dictate how you feel. Ignore people who don't want to see you happy and try to stand in the way of something that you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll quote a scripture instead. "Everything is permissible --but not everything is beneficial." So true! (1 Corinthians 10:23)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-8932814701013880597?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8932814701013880597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8932814701013880597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8932814701013880597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8932814701013880597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-reflect-shall-we.html' title='let&apos;s reflect, shall we?'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6618764789390257841</id><published>2009-12-31T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:54:16.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lied. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is my last post of the year. New layout. Simple and clean. I had another layout that I wanted to use but it was just too much. K.I.S as they say! Wanted a pop of color, but mostly just white. Ummm, added a new intro to the right and icons for my social networks down towards the bottom. Didn't change much, but it's still a little change. I really really want to start vlogging but I'm so horrible with editing and uploading and converting and blah blah...so this year I'm going to play with it a little. I also want to post more pictures with my entries. We'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see a lot of people on Facebook and MySpace saying, "This is going to be MY year!" ...or "I'm going to be a new person this year!" ..or "This year sucked SO bad, I'm going to make sure 2010 will be the best evverrr!" Maybe it's the tiny pessimist in me (I'm usually very optimistic), but didn't they say that last year? I'm just sayin'! Words and action are two different things. Putting the two together, now that's a challenge. I really do hope 2010 is a fresh new start for many. From the vibe I get, 2009 wasn't so good for a lot of people. A lot having to do with the economy, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your wishes, whatever your desires. May God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a hopeful 2010 year! Cheers! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*clink* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/1003969062291344814-6618764789390257841?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6618764789390257841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6618764789390257841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6618764789390257841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6618764789390257841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple.html' title='SIMPLE.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7741354518072579395</id><published>2009-12-29T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:53:01.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey-o!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That Sewa, got me saying "hey-o!" lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So only two more days until the new year! So excited. Yesterday after work I decided to go to Forever 21 in Pasadena and see what outfit I could put together for NYE. Now, the store in Pasadena is huge, and there are just so many clothes to look through. So I'm looking through the go-back racks and I fall in love with this white sequined blazer!! The picture doesn't do it justice, but when I put it on with the dark blue dress that I already own..(wow) just goes soo well together. I'm pairing that outfit with my black plats that I already own as well. Usually, I'll go all out and buy a full outfit but some of my dresses in my closet I've only worn once. So I need to re-use my dresses and shoes (although, I was tempted to buy a pair of caged heels but they didn't have my size).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzqBURIzrhI/AAAAAAAAASc/0owCfy6-8ME/s1600-h/PICT0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzqBURIzrhI/AAAAAAAAASc/0owCfy6-8ME/s200/PICT0538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420787286691524114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Christmas was great. Received great gifts too. Mostly gift cards. I received a huge pump bottle of my favorite lotion from Philosophy called "Amazing Grace" (smells sooo good!), and also perfume by Halle Berry called "Halle"...(also very good!) Think tropical, woodsy smell. It's definitely a summer fragrance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then we headed to Downtown LA for ice skating and sightseeing. LA is so beautiful at night with all the lights and decorations. We ate in Chinatown and talked about our year. I told them everything about my summer and all. lol ...they laughed and teased me about my shinanigans. They had 'inklings," they said. Wha? lol Whatever. After dinner we caught a late showing of Avatar. Loved that movie. I didn't have any expectations for the film because honestly I didn't know what it was going to be about or anything. I just walked in with an open-mind. It was such a beautiful love story too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I would make a few resolutions but I don't keep them, so really there's no point. But I do write down in my physical journal what I want to happen in the coming year. I've done this in the past and surprsingly ALL of the items written came true. They say, if you speak it or write it into existence, that it will happen. So I have a few things that I want to happen in 2010. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last post of 2009! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt; in advance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; katrinacru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-7741354518072579395?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7741354518072579395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7741354518072579395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7741354518072579395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7741354518072579395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-o.html' title='Hey-o!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzqBURIzrhI/AAAAAAAAASc/0owCfy6-8ME/s72-c/PICT0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-3234677878092111872</id><published>2009-12-24T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:07:24.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas our way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. Hope you can spend it with the people you lub! I'm headed to my Aunt's place right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For Christmas Eve, we usually sit around the fireplace and Christmas tree in our pjs. We all usually drink something. I personally drink Egg Nog with a shot of Brandy or Hot Cocoa. Then we talk about the year (what we liked, disliked, want to change for the new year, etc.)...somehow we just end up cracking up and having a good time. Usually, my uncle will start nodding off and then we all know it's time to hit the sack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I go to my room, I ususally finish up wrapping my gifts before I go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the morning, we get up around 8 or 9am...fix a small breakfast and have tea/coffee/hot cocoa. Then we head to the tree to open our gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After that, we usually go get washed up and go out and either watch a movie at the theaters or go somewhere to visit family. Later on, we return to the house for a huge dinner! Mmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Christmas is just a day filled with love and family....I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So enjoy it! I know I will!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-3234677878092111872?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/3234677878092111872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=3234677878092111872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3234677878092111872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3234677878092111872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-our-way.html' title='Christmas our way....'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6359761205274705827</id><published>2009-12-20T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:15:29.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropping like flies... :(</title><content type='html'>Let's hope 2010 is a better year for celebrities because 2009 was definitely not. Wow. I got a call from Monica this morning (she's always first to break news to me!) about the death of Brittany Murphy. It's just a sad thing to hear no matter the age, but especially 32!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all-time favorite Brittany movies are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Black Book&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Married&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a sucker for romantic comedies! And yes, we've all seen Clueless. That's a great one too. There was something about her wide-eyed quirkiness that made her stand out from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely  miss her work. :( Rest In Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "dropping like flies"...I'm about to drop like a fly if my job keeps working me like this. One more week, Katrina. One more week of customers saying: ...."Can I get a gift receipt, please?" "Um, excuse me lady, I WAS NEXT in line!!!" "I want to return all of this and exchange it for that.""Can I speak with a manager please, I don't understand why its not taking my credit card...I mean I know I maxed it out, but still." LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6359761205274705827?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6359761205274705827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6359761205274705827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6359761205274705827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6359761205274705827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/dropping-like-flies.html' title='Dropping like flies... :('/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-105482296769285078</id><published>2009-12-15T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:40:48.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear on so many levels.</title><content type='html'>It's a great feeling when your mind is clear. When you have no distractions taking your mind captive and you can focus on what is important. That's how I feel. I feel free! I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wondering, wishing this or that. I'm done with it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is over. I feel this intense alacrity to bring in the new year! I feel like I want to run again. I used to run every other day around the park when I lived on my own. There's this beautiful park near where I live now and I'm going to start running again. I want to get fit again. I went grocery shopping today and bought healthy food. I'm not the type to starve myself to get in shape. I eat what I want but in moderation. Is it not common sense that it is impossible to lose weight or get in shape if you don't exercise? Absolutely. Some of my friends (especially the one's who have had children) think that if they just don't eat or eat a little with no exercise, then they'll drop the pounds. You have to be active!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this Friday a group of us are getting together for a White Elephant Party. I gotta come up with a gift (hehe). I'm also bringing my mac n cheese dish. Yum-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and for New Years I shall have a bloody good time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-105482296769285078?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/105482296769285078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=105482296769285078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/105482296769285078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/105482296769285078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/clear-on-so-many-levels.html' title='Clear on so many levels.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8607171695410604169</id><published>2009-12-15T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:53:13.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't really sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just sitting here thinking. Daydreaming and trying to solve life's complexities (which is absolutely impossible). I just started thinking about the differences between love, like, and lust. How young women (including myself) can get those three confused. Even when they are so distinctly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;took each one and I basically defined it for what it is and what it means to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Let's start with lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lust is this intense desire or longing for the physical and the emotional. It isn't logical. Its fuel are feelings (and we all know feelings change like the freakn' wind!). Lust is super intense, but it lasts only for so long. Personally, I feel that lust is important because it gets you to the next step and I don't think it's a sin in itself. I think it becomes a sin when it  occurs outside an already established relationship or if it leads you to do things that aren't right. But really think about it, if we didn't lust, then we wouldn't like or love a potential partner (we probably wouldn't even think of pursuing someone)...which brings me to like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like is a strong connection to someone. You don't really have to know them well, you just feel a strong bond with this person. I think what gets me is when like and lust are combined...it kind of clouds your mind to the point where you think you are in love. But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love is different. It's sooo much stronger than like or lust combined. It's this solid foundation that hopefully can never be broken. Its a deep understanding and it endures no matter what. It sees past the physical, and the feelings. It gets right to the core/root. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They are so distinct. But I guess when you're in the midst of a relationship...if you don't have your head on straight, these three can be confusing. Only when you take time and step away from the situation and really think about it is when you say, "Duh!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It kind of sucks too cause those who are in lust have invested quite a lot of thought energy (and maybe physical energy) into something that is only temporary or isn't good for them and so mentally letting go can be difficult. But when you really think logically and realize what is good/bad for you and be completely honest with yourself...only then can you truly let go. It takes time and it doesn't happen overnight. Ya gotta be weaned off like a baby or a drug addict...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pretty long post, but those are my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't sleep. &lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-8607171695410604169?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8607171695410604169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8607171695410604169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8607171695410604169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8607171695410604169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/differences.html' title='Differences...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-3588685223390215628</id><published>2009-12-14T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:28:41.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh goodness gracious!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Leave it to me to forget the dumb lyrics and screw it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Only me. Only I could do something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But only a true actress can contain composure like I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Pshh...haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eh, oh well...life goes on. lol (I'm soo bad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I tell you, I learn so much about myself everyday. This description of right brained people describes me to the T! This below is ALL me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right Brain Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Right brains are honored in eastern cultures more than western. They are seen as less smart because of the manner in which they process information. Rights don't go from Point A to Point B. Right brains don't like to listen to directions and don't like to read them. They scan quickly and figure out what to do without reading details. Reading directions carefully is a detailed activity for the left-brain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How Rights Learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rights think and learn in visual, kinesthetic and audio images. They don't memorize well and need to visualize a picture so they can recall the facts. Abstract math is often not brain compatible. Their thoughts are frequently in code and they may have bizarre images in night dreams leaving them confused as to what they mean.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When right brains talk to you, they look at you while listening and look away to the left when answering a question. This is a brain shift from one side to another. This is not a sign of fabrication. They are listening with one side and now switch over for the response. They are not creating an answer in an attempt to deceive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Word Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;On a spelling test, a right brain hears the word "dog." Their mind wanders to the thought of the neighbor's dog which barked most of the night, that reminds them of the fact that the neighbors are in the Bahamas, which takes them to an island with palm trees and sandy beaches, which reminds them that they need a bathing suit for this weekend, which reminds them that they will need to take spending money... Teacher says, "Word #7 is house." Student raises hand and asks what word #6 was. They've checked out for a while.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rights Are Misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Right brains don't explain what they feel well and are misunderstood. They think of one thing, say another because their brain has already moved on to another thought. Unfortunately, their mouth is still moving. Rights often don't realize they have done so. The result is that they don't realize what they said and may even deny saying it or argue they said something else. Because they know what they "intended" to say, they are confused when individuals state otherwise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See The Big Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Right brains don't like to jump through the hoops to get something done. They also don't like to follow rules which don't make sense to them. They see the big picture quickly and what you are asking them to do in steps doesn't seem necessary because they are at the end of the process already.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Right brains are non-judgmental and often have no opinion on many topics. They can see both sides and are often seen as wishy washy or lacking values. They see the whole person and are less likely to condemn a person because of a flaw. They often have an interesting group of friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Careers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rights select careers as:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;entrepreneurs, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;athletes, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sales, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;artists, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;musician, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;craftsmen, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dancers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rights are trusting--too trusting. They easily have patents and ideas stolen from them, usually to a left. Lefts know how to use an idea. They just can't come up with them on their own.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Speech and Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rock and Roll music is preferred by rights. They are also easily distracted by music. Baroque music is soothing for a right. Music by Yanni, Enya, and Mozart are good for right brain waves. Their speaking voice may have a singing quality and their faces may be quite animated when talking. They often use their hands when they speak and may have difficulty speaking if they are not allowed to use their hands. Right brained teachers often move around the room while speaking and leave standing still behind the podium for the left brains.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As Teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As teachers, right brains are non-evaluative. They don't like giving grades and would rather see people just show them results. Their teaching style reflects their own learning style so they use:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;stories, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diagrams, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pictures, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drawings, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skits, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;educational games, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gestures, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;elicit action from students, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;demonstrations, and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;illustrations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's how they learn, so that's how they teach.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="dynamic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New Ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Right brains embrace new ideas. They are future thinkers and enjoy introducing controversial ideas. They believe that everything is possible, tend to be very creative, and don't see the pitfalls along the way. They leave those little details to the lefts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know, I always wondered why I didn't excel in certain classes and now I understand it was because of the teacher and HOW they taught. Not the material being taught per say. I get really antsy when I have to sit through a long lecture and just have to listen. I know that sounds weird but I rather be involved with doing something. I like to get on my feet and do an activity. I crave for stuff like that --even in middle/high school. I love to be creative. Give me something to draw, paint, or act out. Give me some clothes and I'll put together an outfit for you. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think left brained smarties are awesome, I do. They're very logical with everything they do. This is point A and that is Point B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh please! Is there any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OTHER&lt;/span&gt; way we can get there? haha ...and where's C?&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/1003969062291344814-3588685223390215628?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/3588685223390215628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=3588685223390215628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3588685223390215628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3588685223390215628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/ooh-goodness-gracious.html' title='ooh goodness gracious!!!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-3233813584868229840</id><published>2009-12-11T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:06:58.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday Five: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Which one is more irritating- being too hot or being too cold?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Being COLD. Hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Were you born in the winter or the summer?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Neither. I'm a Spring baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What are your favourite foods to eat when you need to warm up and cool down?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To warm up...I drink my favorite tea. To cool down...a cold drink or a bowl of ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Which one are you more likely to suffer from- hayfever or flu- and does it run in your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;What the heck is hayfever?? I hope I won't suffer from neither. It's been almost a year that I have gone without having a cold, flu or whatever. (Knock on wood.) Seriously, it's all because One-A-Day vitamins and hand sanitizer are my BEST friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You are granted a day of perfect weather whenever you like. What day do you place it on and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's kind of selfish, but my birthday. Only because I hate when it's gloomy or rainy on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm quite happy with the way things are looking for the future. I received some good news and it just made my day. Nice to know that I don't need to worry about a thing. HEs got it covered. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-3233813584868229840?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/3233813584868229840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=3233813584868229840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3233813584868229840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3233813584868229840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4322439799629207281</id><published>2009-12-07T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:56:29.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNL Digital Short: Shy Ronnie  (lol)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/gtvz-AoXbxGs9Rb9b6MJ4g"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/gtvz-AoXbxGs9Rb9b6MJ4g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-4322439799629207281?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4322439799629207281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4322439799629207281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4322439799629207281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4322439799629207281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='SNL Digital Short: Shy Ronnie  (lol)'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2283195033048539494</id><published>2009-12-07T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:53:43.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy Vey!</title><content type='html'>Well, I asked God for more hours and he listened! Can't complain now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got off of work and will be heading to my other job in oh--'bout 4 hours. Yeap. I best get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really just want this month to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BTW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion sucks. Wish things were a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;The list must be fulfilled! Maybe? Maybe Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2283195033048539494?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2283195033048539494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2283195033048539494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2283195033048539494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2283195033048539494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/oy-vey.html' title='Oy Vey!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-5727618441428551665</id><published>2009-12-03T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:49:58.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 is almost here!</title><content type='html'>Man, December already? Seriously, where did this year go? I'm actually glad this year is going to be over. It just wasn't a good year for me. There were a few highlights like my play...but it was mostly a really bad year spiritually, financially and  emotionally. Let's hope 2010 will be much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every year, I will debut a new layout for my blog! I have been working on it and it will be here at the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love new beginnings...it gives you a chance to start fresh again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-5727618441428551665?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/5727618441428551665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=5727618441428551665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5727618441428551665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5727618441428551665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-is-almost-here.html' title='2010 is almost here!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4786930669913049659</id><published>2009-11-20T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:51:33.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Oprah, Don't Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SwdVglyRqrI/AAAAAAAAARo/rH_Iz-HTdMU/s1600/oprahwinfrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SwdVglyRqrI/AAAAAAAAARo/rH_Iz-HTdMU/s200/oprahwinfrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406383896068729522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Oprah announced that she's ending her show on September 2011. Am I the only one who feels like if Oprah goes off the air, it would be like Michael Jackson dying all over again? Okay, maybe that's a little extreme....but do you get what I'm saying? Oprah is like an icon. Not like --IS an icon. Her show has been on the air since I was born. I was born in March of '86 and her show started on September of that same year. I literally grew up watching her. I can remember being in my diapers and knowing who she was because my mom was an die-hard follower of Oprah! lol It's true. Then I remember starting to watch her shows on my own when I was like in my early teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's also add to the fact that she's an African-American who is a talk-show queen! I know, I know. People always have to mention the fact that she's "African-American." Well, that's huge for us because we (as in the younger generation) have someone who is successful and has showed us that it can be done. But fear not, she will be heading to cable television with her own network! Which is actually called "OWN." So, I guess we'll still be seeing her. Just not everyday. At 3pm. On Channel 7. NOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning on getting tickets to her show as a gift to my aunt (who is also a die-hard Oprah follower) but now it's going to be nearly impossible. Everyone is gonna be lining up to get tickets to see Oprah for the last time. So much for that gift idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it fascinating that we as Americans have built up these icons to the point where when they go, there's like a void that's left. It's like, how do we cope and move on to the next big "thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this means I'll be watching Ellen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we bring back Sally Jessy Raphael!!! Who's with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SwdVD6l4MvI/AAAAAAAAARg/wZ5Gl4nDE0g/s1600/sjr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SwdVD6l4MvI/AAAAAAAAARg/wZ5Gl4nDE0g/s200/sjr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406383403437667058" 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/1003969062291344814-4786930669913049659?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4786930669913049659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4786930669913049659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4786930669913049659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4786930669913049659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-oprah-dont-go.html' title='No Oprah, Don&apos;t Go!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SwdVglyRqrI/AAAAAAAAARo/rH_Iz-HTdMU/s72-c/oprahwinfrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7162683941283029717</id><published>2009-11-20T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:10:15.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U! G! L! Y! You ain’t got no alibi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's Friday 5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What's so ugly it's kind of cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What's the ugliest article of clothing in your wardrobe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I cleaned out my closet before I moved and donated a lot&lt;br /&gt;    of my clothing. I don't have any ugly clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What's the ugliest car on the streets today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That tiny little thing. I don't know the name, but it's super tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Under what circumstances are you most likely to whip out your ugliest behavior?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    When someone is violating me or my family in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Which of the United States has the ugliest shape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Alaska.&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/1003969062291344814-7162683941283029717?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7162683941283029717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7162683941283029717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7162683941283029717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7162683941283029717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/11/u-g-l-y-you-aint-got-no-alibi.html' title='U! G! L! Y! You ain’t got no alibi!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-3065470881200188483</id><published>2009-11-17T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:23:07.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a CONFESSION.</title><content type='html'>This is where I vent, so I feel totally safe posting my inner thoughts on here. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty big problem. I know I should talk about it with someone but I just feel so ashamed. Actually, I don't even know why I'm blogging about it because now the world is gonna know...&lt;br /&gt;and well, it's just embarrassing. It's crazy because I never really struggled with this before, but it seems like now it's this huge thing and I need to control myself or bad things could happen...ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I really feel disgusted with myself. And now, I don't even know if I should mention it on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's almost like an obsession, a craving for more! I've become so enraptured that I can't help myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going to say this but --I am obsessed with Oreo cookies!! Yes, that is right. Especially the Winter themed ones with the Red Creme filling! Oh, man. I actually finished a whole pack by myself!! I know, it's bad. Now you see why I am embarrassed?? I want more! It's truly debauchery and I need to stop. I'm totally NOT kidding. I'm on an Oreo cookie binge and it needs to stop NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-3065470881200188483?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/3065470881200188483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=3065470881200188483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3065470881200188483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3065470881200188483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-confession.html' title='I have a CONFESSION.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4599856864503817571</id><published>2009-11-08T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:59:14.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate and my roommate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He's crazy. He's funny. He's smart. He's just altogether too much. lol&lt;br /&gt;He's my brother...aka...my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend time with that guy today and he just teaches me so much; even though he's so young! Like every 16 year old, he's got his share of issues and I'm glad I can be there for him to just listen or give advice. Today after church we had lunch and he took me to this Korean restaurant that he frequents from time to time. I was impressed and hesitant. Impressed by the way he ordered our meal, and hesitant cause I had no idea what he was ordering for me! lol...whatever is was, it was good. We had a chance to talk about life, school, church, girls, and the past. A bit nostalgic, I just couldn't help but remember when he was just a wee lil thing who loved to pull at my leg and call me by my middle name. How quickly time passes.  Anywho, that boy has big plans and I just hope that all of them become reality for him. He's not your average high schooler...that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;meet Lyka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SvfHDFZtwKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nUMea49UURA/s1600-h/roommatephotoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SvfHDFZtwKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nUMea49UURA/s200/roommatephotoly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005133857767586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's ma roommate. Japanese. 23. Nursing major. I moved in last week and I already feel so at home. At first, I felt like any newbie would feel. But she's really nice. Her parents left her the home and moved back to Japan (how awesome is that?!) We share a 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath home --for now. She does plan on taking in more roomies soon. I don't mind, I lived with 5 other girls...what could be worse than that!? J/k...but I have my own lock to my bedroom, so it's all good. Plus, I'm really never home. We've already kinda talked and got to know each other, but it's still going to take some time to become close friends. Oh! And she's a good cook of Japanese cuisine. She's a bit of a traveler too...born in Japan, lived in Boston, New York and California and has visited Italy and other expensive places. haha! She already has her BA in Graphic Design, but has decided to pursue a career in Nursing. You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other other news...&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in my second interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-4599856864503817571?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4599856864503817571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4599856864503817571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4599856864503817571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4599856864503817571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/11/nate-and-my-roommate.html' title='Nate and my roommate.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SvfHDFZtwKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nUMea49UURA/s72-c/roommatephotoly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6864268252481918803</id><published>2009-10-18T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:01:48.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take the good with the bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's official. I struck up an awesome deal and will be moving to my new place in a couple weeks. It's kind of far, but it's well worth it financially. It's a house in a gated community not too far from where I live now and go to school. The girl is my age and is really nice. We hit it off pretty well and my friend Monica got good vibes from her too. Never in million years would I have even considered moving in with a complete stranger --but hey, people change I guess. I hope everything works out for months (maybe years) to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've started a home-based business. Remember that "idea" I was talking about? Yeah, well it's finally coming to life. I've created a website to promote my business as well. I'll be offering services for high school/college students. The services include proofreading, essay organization, custom presentations and flyers, and resume creation/editing services. Keep watch for a  link to the website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've been applying to different jobs to replace that dreaded (name never to be mentioned) job that I have and things are looking pretty sweet for me. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Spiritual Fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Needs help. I was talking to my bestie Sewa (we had a long talk about everything); things (since I've been away) have gotten worse. We're so self-centered and cliquey, it's not even funny. It seems as though we have become so complacent with each other that we now take each other for granted and have essentially given up on each other . Everyone is guilty of this, myself included. We have no goals and there's only communication between certain people. HOW CAN SO MUCH BE GOING ON AMONG SUCH A SMALL GROUP?? Some people don't like others and so on and on...and I ask myself: Why in the world would I ever want to bring someone I know to a group like this? Anyway, both Sewa and I are keeping the faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Faith is reacting positively to a negative situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                                                                                 - Dr. Robert Schuller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-6864268252481918803?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6864268252481918803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6864268252481918803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6864268252481918803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6864268252481918803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-bad-and-faithful.html' title='take the good with the bad'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-3581952091233176426</id><published>2009-10-17T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:16:45.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love me some Ms. Maya Angelou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hater  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Maya Angelou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their time trying to make you look small so they can look tall. &lt;br /&gt;They are very negative people to say the least.  Nothing is ever good enough!         &lt;br /&gt;When you make your mark,  you will always attract some haters...               &lt;br /&gt;That's why you have to be careful with whom you share your blessings and your dreams, because some folk can't handle seeing you blessed...&lt;br /&gt;It's dangerous to be like somebody else... If God wanted you to be like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right?&lt;br /&gt;You never know what people have gone through to get what they have...&lt;br /&gt;The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory,  but they don't know my story... &lt;br /&gt;If the grass  looks  greener on the other side of the fence,  you can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too! &lt;br /&gt;We've all got some haters among us!           &lt;br /&gt;Some people envy you because you can: &lt;br /&gt;       a) Have a relationship with God &lt;br /&gt;       b) Light up a room when you walk in&lt;br /&gt;       c) Start your own business&lt;br /&gt;       d) Tell a man / woman to hit the curb (if he / she isn't about the right thing)&lt;br /&gt;       e) Raise your children without both parents being in the home&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;Haters can't stand to see you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Haters will never want to see you succeed. &lt;br /&gt;Most of our haters are people who are supposed to be on our side. &lt;br /&gt;How do you handle your undercover haters? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can handle these haters by: &lt;br /&gt;1. Knowing who you are &amp;amp; who your true friends are *(VERY IMPORTANT!!) &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;2. Having a purpose to your life: Purpose does not mean having a job. You can have a job and still be unfulfilled. A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to be. Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. By remembering what you have is by divine prerogative and not human manipulation. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live...when its your time to leave this earth, you 'want' to be able to say, 'I've lived my life and fulfilled 'my' dreams,... Now I'm ready to go HOME!&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;When God gives you favor, you can tell your haters, 'Don't look at me...Look at Who is in charge of me...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Angelou is going to be at my school on October 21!!! Whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-3581952091233176426?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/3581952091233176426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=3581952091233176426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3581952091233176426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/3581952091233176426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-me-some-ms-maya-angelou.html' title='I love me some Ms. Maya Angelou!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8124469129211994133</id><published>2009-10-13T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:55:49.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my future child??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StS-SOz7_fI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rOOuhXlaSLY/s1600-h/futurebaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StS-SOz7_fI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rOOuhXlaSLY/s320/futurebaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392143874292186610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love morphing things! Remember my Nicole Richie pic where I morphed myself on the cover of her book? It turned out pretty good! Well, this time I went to this website where I morphed two photos together to see what my future child would look like...and this is what I got! Isn't she adorable! lol (I know, I'm a dork....but I'm bored!) This is what happens when I'm not working on a show and I have the day off from work! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary how realistic the pic looks! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-8124469129211994133?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8124469129211994133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8124469129211994133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8124469129211994133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8124469129211994133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-future-child.html' title='my future child??'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StS-SOz7_fI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rOOuhXlaSLY/s72-c/futurebaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4715272090754750904</id><published>2009-10-12T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:25:54.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye Anna, Hello Life! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StNkLORcjII/AAAAAAAAAQo/XKEhxXamOMw/s1600-h/anna04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StNkLORcjII/AAAAAAAAAQo/XKEhxXamOMw/s200/anna04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391763322865224834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shakin' it during the party scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StNkF0C9qXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7Ei8VHaikOY/s1600-h/anna03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StNkF0C9qXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7Ei8VHaikOY/s200/anna03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391763229925812594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anna Karenina cigar ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StNj-XuohPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WTEBjdZA37g/s1600-h/anna01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StNj-XuohPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WTEBjdZA37g/s200/anna01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391763102065263858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;The beginning of our work day at the factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna in the Tropics&lt;/span&gt; has officially ended it's run on Broadway! Uhh, I meant CSUN. (haha!) It feels weird that it's actually over. We've spent so long preparing and now its over so quickly. I had a blast! Above are a few pictures from the play. Now its time to get back into the normal routine of things. I'm looking for another job and I'm about to move at the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, in so little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1003969062291344814-4715272090754750904?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4715272090754750904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4715272090754750904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4715272090754750904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4715272090754750904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-bye-anna-hello-life.html' title='Good-Bye Anna, Hello Life! :)'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/StNkLORcjII/AAAAAAAAAQo/XKEhxXamOMw/s72-c/anna04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8924469545527063957</id><published>2009-10-09T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:12:32.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, farewell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, looks like I'll be packing up my home and moving. Sucks, but it must be done. My work hours have been reduced to the point where I can no longer afford my place plus my other expenses. (Deng you economy!!) :( I'm saddened because I loved my little place and I've fought really hard to keep it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find a place to stay by November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to rent a room somewhere and pay like $500-600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to be selling some of my furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll see what happens.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a good note:&lt;/span&gt; My website is coming along and I feel like it will be done and ready by November!! I really hope this works out for me....&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/1003969062291344814-8924469545527063957?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8924469545527063957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8924469545527063957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8924469545527063957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8924469545527063957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-long-farewell.html' title='So long, farewell.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7778101823713836751</id><published>2009-10-06T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:53:06.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's it. No more naps when I get home. I think I slept for a good 5 hours when I got home from school yesterday. Now it's around 4 am in the morning and I'm wide awake. I was so exhausted though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Anna in the Tropics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; has been the most exciting and exhausting project I have ever worked on. It's also been the most rewarding. This semester has been the most fun I've had since I've started college. I've made great friendships where we've become like a family. The cast and crew are just amazing and so supportive. Since rehearsals started back in August, we've just grown to be sisters and brothers (some more than that *cough*Olga&amp;amp;Alfredo*cough*) lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Man, just thinking of the memories makes me want to laugh and cry. Even though at this point we have 5 more shows to go...I want to say thank you to a few people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Rachel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Omg, I love you. We laugh, we joke, you lead me to pot holes...HAHAHA! You're birthday was soo much fuuun! Oh, man! Thanks, my Rachel Zoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Olga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; my homie...thanks for beweaving in me when it was gonna fall off! HAHAHA!! LOL! I know this summer has been a difficult one for you...but I'm glad that we were all able to take your mind off of that very personal situation and make you smile again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Charlie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You are soo sweet, tolerant and BRAVE! Thanks for joining us girls! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Stephanie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Wow, you are too much! Despite what went down that show night, we forgive you but don't you EVER do that again. You almost gave us all a heart attack! Love you girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Raquel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Man, you are like the mother of the group...so funny, so sweet, so bold, so pretty! You are a great actress and I see you doing big things in your life. Thanks for staying so positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;All show costume, sound, and light crew:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Thanks for putting up with us...all our requests and complaints. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I can't forget about Director Menzies!!! You have put up with soo much, I'm sure you've never worked with a group quite like us before. HAHA!! Thank you for your patience and knowledge. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are so many people I want to specially thank (especially the guys in the cast) but I'm too lazy to write it all now. lol sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks for the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;[i EliMs NehW I kNiht fo UOy. (:]&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/1003969062291344814-7778101823713836751?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7778101823713836751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7778101823713836751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7778101823713836751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7778101823713836751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-sleep.html' title='i can&apos;t sleep.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6249473523670471767</id><published>2009-08-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:06:00.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a difference a summer makes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that the summer is winding down and the fall semester is about to begin, things are really starting to fall into place for me. This summer was the most difficult for me on so many levels. I was literally hanging on for dear life to keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with the fact that so many people were going on vacations and leaving town to get away. I had to be stuck at home with no money, and all I had to look forward to was work. I thought, Lord, why me?? All summer. So I was a wee bit green of those who went off and had a chance to truly relax. Usually my family and I would at least go on our annual camping trip, but for the first time in years we didn't. Then there was a plan to go to Vegas with some of my co-workers but that fell through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with finances. The worst ever. Thank the Lord it's back on track now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with this rebellious streak that totally developed out of no where! I just didn't give a care about what was right. I did what I wanted.  But that's not me. That's not who I am. So I'm done with that and I'm really taking a look at what truly is missing in my life. On a side note, I'm super happy my friend Drew is back from his trip. It really made me feel good to see his face! He immediately wanted to talk with me and see how I was doing and wanted to set up time to hang out .Honestly, he is one of the few people I feel like I can tell anything to. Real talk. Before he left we would hang out at Starbucks and just talk and talk. I can tell that he truly cares about me. When I first moved into my apartment, he wanted to know how I truly felt, do I feel this or do I feel that. Man, he is a true friend. Him and Egida. I tell you, there are very few people I truly click with. On another, nother side note...I could feel the eyes on me tonight. But you know, it's no surprise because people talk. It just makes me even more cautious with what I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In great news, rehearsals for my play start in a couple days. It shall be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; is still coming together. Matter of fact, I've gotten my Aunt in on it...so she'll be apart of it. There is still a lot to do though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Katrina's Extreme Makeover: Single Pad Edition&lt;/span&gt; is back! I start painting my place sometime next week so stay tuned for videos and pictures. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; picked paint colors!! Whoo Hoo! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo yeah...those are some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6249473523670471767?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6249473523670471767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6249473523670471767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6249473523670471767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6249473523670471767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-difference-summer-makes.html' title='what a difference a summer makes...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4194683279484018611</id><published>2009-08-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:50:11.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like I'm a few pounds lighter! (No, not because I used the bathroom!) Although, that helps. Hahaha! I feel lighter because I got some things off my chest and it felt good to be open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first told one of my friends and she was like "What, really?" But then she understood because she's gone through similar situations. So she knows and can relate with what I went through. She gave me some advice and some things that I can do to stay focused and on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I told my other good friend and she was shocked and said. "Wow, really?!? You are a bad, bad girl." LOL Then she proceeded to yell at me and tell-....just kidding!! She really heard me out and wanted to know details like how I had gotten to that point and what not. Ultimately, she was helpful in making me realize how stubborn I am (though I totally deny that!) &lt;--see there it is! LOL!! But she also told me that we as humans are not as strong as we think we are. And the minute we start believing that we are, is when we are most weak. When you're in the moment you can't see the situation. You think everything is fine. It takes outside eyes looking in to really examine what is going on. Another reason why seeking advice is very important. I'm learning a lot about my myself lately. The true me. The stuff that never came out before, but that is just now coming to light. I'm growing. This is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly! Is that even a word? I talked to the person in question and I just laid it out there. I mentioned how I had told my friends and how I needed to get it off my chest and how I really wanted us to just be cool with each other. That was very important because there is nothing like awkwardness. I hate that. Especially when you see that person almost everyday of your life. The response that I got brought me to total ease. Really sweet, apologetic, understanding, and totally wants us to be cool. That meant soooo much to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I feel good.&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/1003969062291344814-4194683279484018611?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4194683279484018611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4194683279484018611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4194683279484018611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4194683279484018611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/08/relief.html' title='Relief.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4667458081243060433</id><published>2009-08-08T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:42:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yep it took me this long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/Sn0zylt01OI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KrWpkVUD2rA/s1600-h/100post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/Sn0zylt01OI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KrWpkVUD2rA/s400/100post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367503275106292962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This right here is my 100th blog post!  It took me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;years to reach this incredible milestone. Hahahaha! Pathetic, right? Well, it's obvious that I don't blog everyday...otherwise I would of reached this "milestone" a looong time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But this blog has really been a great outlet for me. I feel like when I'm going through something I have to get it out. I have to release it. Of course I don't write about every single thing that goes on in my life...some things are meant to be private. But for the most part I do express myself here. I have a hard time telling really deep dark things to people. I guess I have trust issues. It's hard when you hang with a very close knit group of people. Everyone starts to know everyone elses' business. (Sometimes not intentionally.)  I know that may sound contradictory because, hello, I have a blog for the whole world to see! lol But some things (I feel) are just meant for me and me only. Or me and that ONE person I tell.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been struggling with some issues and I feel that now is time that I come clean. I wasn't going to say anything at all but after hearing a really good message, I think its very important that I do.  So I will tell my good friend what has been on my heart and the things I have been struggling with. I don't necessarily regret what I did, but I do feel bad for doing it the way it happened. Anyway...it'll be good to get it off  my chest.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's to 100 blog posts...and 100 + more!!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 5&lt;/span&gt; below...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: arial;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKatrina%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:Arial; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;}  /* List Definitions */  @list l0 	{mso-list-id:1937903098; 	mso-list-type:hybrid; 	mso-list-template-ids:-2010737620 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715;} @list l0:level1 	{mso-level-tab-stop:.5in; 	mso-level-number-position:left; 	text-indent:-.25in;} ol 	{margin-bottom:0in;} ul 	{margin-bottom:0in;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: arial;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What      is your morning routine?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I hop up out of bed. Turn my swagga on. Take a look in the mirror and say wassup.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your nightly routine?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Wash my face and go to sleep.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like to listen to the radio when you sleep or have it quiet?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quiet and complete darkness.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you like to sleep in?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tank top and shorts.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My agenda for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-4667458081243060433?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4667458081243060433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4667458081243060433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4667458081243060433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4667458081243060433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/08/yep-it-took-me-this-long.html' title='yep it took me this long.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/Sn0zylt01OI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KrWpkVUD2rA/s72-c/100post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-165793304146341674</id><published>2009-08-05T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:04:13.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update: this could be big...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Remember I told you about this great idea that I had? Well, slowly but surely it's being pieced together. I've been brainstorming a lot lately and narrowing down my idea even more. Now I have one focus and a target audience. I also have a name. It won't take much financially to start this, but the rewards will be highly profitable. The only issue I have it time. This idea is very time consuming. Oh sweet, sweet time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I shall keep you posted.&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/1003969062291344814-165793304146341674?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/165793304146341674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=165793304146341674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/165793304146341674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/165793304146341674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-this-could-be-big.html' title='update: this could be big...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1384971092310298289</id><published>2009-08-01T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:59:02.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SnP0vkyYptI/AAAAAAAAAQI/g6fdyUZ3lfI/s1600-h/IMG00983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SnP0vkyYptI/AAAAAAAAAQI/g6fdyUZ3lfI/s200/IMG00983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364900679294428882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yesterday I went to get an estimate for the damages from the accident on Tuesday. Estimated total for front and rear damage came to about $1600. That's an estimate for the damages he could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;.  He's pretty sure that when they remove the rear bumper that there will definitely be more damage underneath. So I'm extremely upset with this whole situation because I'm pretty sure my insurance is gonna go up. I did nothing! Okay. I did cut him off...but come on! When people cut me off I don't go and front/rear end them!! I mean, really?!??! What a psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh.... I so don't need this right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-1384971092310298289?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1384971092310298289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1384971092310298289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1384971092310298289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1384971092310298289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/08/great.html' title='Great.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SnP0vkyYptI/AAAAAAAAAQI/g6fdyUZ3lfI/s72-c/IMG00983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2223946103269331211</id><published>2009-07-29T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:32:36.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Rage to the Extreme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Normally when people cut you off on the road, whether by accident or intentional; what do you do? Do you: 1) Dust your shoulders off and drive on, ignoring the person? or 2) chase them down a few blocks, purposely rear-end them, drive to the side of the car and yell unnecessary words and then continue ahead of them only to slam suddenly on your breaks in front of them so that they can rear-end you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, any normal person would probably choose 1. But seeing that we live in the world that we do today and have crazies that are driving on the road nowadays... 2 is more like it. In fact,  2 happened to me yesterday. What the *!@&amp;amp;%!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I literally cut off a mad mad man and he not only rear ended me...but front ended me out of total anger. It was so sad. I was like this man is totally INSANE. I was surprised he pulled over to call the police; as I did as well. Well, actually I know why he didn't flee the scene because he wanted  it to look like I hit him and blah..blah... KARMA. That's all I have to say. People reap what they freakn' sow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was shocked. I couldn't believe that anyone would voluntarily wreck their car because they are upset over a cut off!? That boggled my mind! He literally purposely plowed the back of my car! Only the devil would do something like that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway...I contacted my insurance company and things are pending as of now. The idiot did have insurance. The jerk didn't even own the car! I'd be hot if I were the owner...what a freakn' ...UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have no words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2223946103269331211?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2223946103269331211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2223946103269331211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2223946103269331211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2223946103269331211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-rage-to-extreme.html' title='Road Rage to the Extreme!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2594710615105812935</id><published>2009-07-27T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:32:23.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm diggn' him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=53499332"&gt;Wake Up- Sliimy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=53499332,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=53499332,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna buy his music. Catchy and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2594710615105812935?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2594710615105812935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2594710615105812935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2594710615105812935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2594710615105812935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-diggn-him.html' title='i&apos;m diggn&apos; him'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4964358770933692864</id><published>2009-07-24T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:17:16.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should i bust a rihanna?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SmniNYh8xxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4Wv4khG9IC8/s1600-h/shortcelebhair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SmniNYh8xxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4Wv4khG9IC8/s320/shortcelebhair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362065550912309010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately I've been considering a short hairstyle. Seriously. My natural hair length is short anyways, but I'm just so used to wearing "hair enhancements" and weaves that I never really dealt with my own hair. My own hair is  A LOT to keep up with. It's coarse and nappy and blah blah blah...deng I'm tired just describing my hair. When I get it relaxed then its easily manageable. For sure if I styled my own hair I'd save a grip of money. Hair weaves cost upward of $200-$300 every 6 months. (Shoooot...but I be keepn' mine in for like a year. Get my money's worth! LOL) Hair enhancements like pony tails can cost $20 - $35 a pop...they usually last a couple weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ciara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; went short, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Cassie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; shaved off one side of her head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; went even more short, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Solange Knowles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; got a buzz cut. (I would NEVER get a buzz cut).  I'm thinking more of a Rihanna (in that picture above) or Katie Holmes look. Katie's hair in that picture above looks a little messy, but if it were styled, it'd look better. I might even dye my hair. I don't know. I'm a bit scared cause I don't know how it would look with my head shape. I guess I have an oval shaped head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I'll do more research and find out exactly what I want. Then I'll try and find a hair salon that can give me what I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sounds like a plan.&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-4964358770933692864?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4964358770933692864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4964358770933692864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4964358770933692864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4964358770933692864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/should-i-bust-rihanna.html' title='should i bust a rihanna?'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SmniNYh8xxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4Wv4khG9IC8/s72-c/shortcelebhair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4277980736414337224</id><published>2009-07-22T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:06:01.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this could be big...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/Smf2_xBpzsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CS41bmjFLg4/s1600-h/lightbulbidea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/Smf2_xBpzsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CS41bmjFLg4/s320/lightbulbidea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361525456760327874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's tough times right now guys. Like real tough. Already millions of people have lost their jobs; still millions are working less hours than before. Pay cuts are prevalent and some just don't know how ends are going to meet. If you're one of the lucky ones who haven't really been affected (though everyone has) then congrats. You're extremely lucky. You've snagged one of those economic-proof jobs. BUT, if you're struggln', well I have one word for you: IDEAS. Now more than ever is the time to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;wallowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! (I love that word, it reminds me of a walrus. A wallowing walrus! Ha!) Anyways...you need to be thinking: How can I make money?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I have this amazing idea and I'm gonna run with it. Unfortunately, because it is still fresh, I won't release any details right now. However, if done right....this idea has potential to be big and can possibly replace that horrible retail job that I have now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I say that if you have an idea, go forth! Pursue without recoil! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if I shall fail. Then it shall be called: Idea. Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-4277980736414337224?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4277980736414337224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4277980736414337224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4277980736414337224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4277980736414337224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-could-be-big.html' title='this could be big...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/Smf2_xBpzsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CS41bmjFLg4/s72-c/lightbulbidea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7940127000744651773</id><published>2009-07-21T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:55:50.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two trees [random thoughts]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There are two trees, each yielding its own fruit. One of them is negative . . . it grows from lack of self-worth and its fruits are fear, anger, envy, bitterness, sorrow - and any other negative emotion. Then there is the tree of positive emotions. Its nutrients include self-forgiveness and a correct self concept. Its fruits are love, joy, acceptance, self-esteem, faith, peace . . . and other uplifting emotions. - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I would think that I am the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Though sometimes I feel like the former.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I pray I always strive higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Though sometimes I grow weary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teary, I become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Weak, to some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh God on high, as I look to the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;May the toil and strife that I endure, make me a stronger soldier who is worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1003969062291344814-7940127000744651773?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7940127000744651773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7940127000744651773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7940127000744651773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7940127000744651773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-trees-random-thoughts.html' title='two trees [random thoughts]'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8689748976179076978</id><published>2009-07-13T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:42:36.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and away he goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SlvF3xW83QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LNiOoCKpXh4/s1600-h/nathankorea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SlvF3xW83QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LNiOoCKpXh4/s400/nathankorea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358093743620414722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, he's gone off to Korea now. All by his lonesome. I still can't believe it. Maybe I'm just making a big deal out of nothing. He'll get there at 12 midnight PT. *tear* He's so independent. Reminds me of someone...oh yah, me. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love him and I hope he has a blast. Safe trip there, safe trip back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have fun Nanu!! lol&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-8689748976179076978?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8689748976179076978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8689748976179076978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8689748976179076978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8689748976179076978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-away-he-goes.html' title='...and away he goes'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SlvF3xW83QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LNiOoCKpXh4/s72-c/nathankorea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6436650992958360275</id><published>2009-07-11T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:01:49.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very nate weekend</title><content type='html'>starbucks,&lt;br /&gt;met the parents, (mama santa is soooo sweet!..and so is step papa! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch,&lt;br /&gt;shopping,&lt;br /&gt;devo, (sooo much fun) (made josh laugh til he turned to a beet..Andres SUPER encouraged by my homemade card. Mi Horchata turned out surprisingly bueno!)&lt;br /&gt;car waarsh (haha!),&lt;br /&gt;wal-mart,&lt;br /&gt;laundry,&lt;br /&gt;music in car (deep barry white voices..hehe),&lt;br /&gt;ate some more,&lt;br /&gt;his place, (josh is so cool! haha)&lt;br /&gt;starbucks, (special "secret" drank...mmm was good)&lt;br /&gt;ate some more,&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Beth Cooper (cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, a very nate weekend indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhhh!! nathan is leaving for Korea on Monday!!! ohmygeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6436650992958360275?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6436650992958360275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6436650992958360275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6436650992958360275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6436650992958360275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-nate-weekend.html' title='a very nate weekend'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1481259517336654081</id><published>2009-07-09T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:02:25.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Friday 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SlbZKUQ1OaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pU5sX95T6Y4/s1600-h/friday5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SlbZKUQ1OaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pU5sX95T6Y4/s200/friday5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356707578065009058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, technically it's not even Friday yet. But so whaaat. I'm bored, okay? Here's my &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/thefridayfive"&gt;fridayfive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. What is your favorite vegetable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I have to go with Broccoli. There's just something about those little trees that just makes them my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. What is your favorite salad dressing, sauce, gravy, or condiment?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite dressing is definitely just some EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) and some good 'ol salt and peppa! That's what I prefer...but if not then I'll go with a vinaigrette of some kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. What is your favorite culture's food (American, Chinese, Creole, Indian, Italian, Mexican, Soul Food, Southern U.S., etc.)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't play favorites. Love it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. What is your favorite beverage?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Water with a twinge of flavor. Lemon, maybe? Uh, I try to stay away from carbonation but every now and then I get this sensational urge for an iced cold Coca-Cola. Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. What is your favorite food?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What kind of question is this? It's literally impossible for me to answer this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1003969062291344814-1481259517336654081?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1481259517336654081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1481259517336654081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1481259517336654081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1481259517336654081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-5.html' title='the Friday 5'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SlbZKUQ1OaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pU5sX95T6Y4/s72-c/friday5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7637812440823630162</id><published>2009-07-08T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:21:38.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEinHOLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzEwNjAxNTE1NiZwdD*xMjQ3MTA2MDk*ODkwJnA9MTkzMjYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1kYWFiODQ*YWNjNGY*NzdkOGMxYmJiMDk5MDc5OWZlZg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://S2.faceinhole.com/09/7/8/aa3847d978131111213.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank"&gt;Create your own FACEinHOLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-7637812440823630162?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7637812440823630162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7637812440823630162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7637812440823630162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7637812440823630162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/faceinhole.html' title='FACEinHOLE'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2780980580670482635</id><published>2009-07-08T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:23:05.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall 2009 &amp; beyond</title><content type='html'>Fall 2009 semester is fast approaching and I can see it now. Another stressful semester ahead of me. One full of essays I dont't want to write and precious hours I don't want to spend in classes I don't want to attend. Ugh. In good news, rehearsals for Anna start August 13. I have to learn how to roll cigars by that time. I've been practicing with paper while watching youtube videos and it not easy. Also, I've been listening to the Cuban dialect CD that Director Menzies provided the actors and surprisingly I think I'm doing pretty well. I think one of these days I'll go the whole day with a Cuban accent. Heh,  let's see what reactions I get. Man, I'm really slacking on getting my pictures out there for an agent. But the thing is, once I get an agent (and its not easy) its on. That means,  if I'm in class and my agent calls me for an audition in like  two hours then I have to go. See how it would be difficult to jump right in while I'm still in school? So I think I'm going to wait til I graduate. Plus, I need to take some private commerical/dance/audition classes. This would show any agent that I've have experience and training other than a university setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just excited for the future. Whatever it may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2780980580670482635?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2780980580670482635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2780980580670482635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2780980580670482635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2780980580670482635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/fall-2009-beyond.html' title='fall 2009 &amp; beyond'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6162208928019003487</id><published>2009-07-03T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:29:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in Review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;So this week was a pretty good one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mundane Monday&lt;/span&gt;..UNTIL that evening...which was a lot of fun &amp;amp; adventurous &amp;amp;...(that's all I will say) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tired Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; ...I can't remember, but we didn't have midweek. Did I go workout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;...uh i thought we were gonna share..but no? Egida and I made the best steak fried rice known to MAN...or girls' household. And why on earth would they think I like him in that way? Egida is my best guy friend thankyouverymuch let's put that rumor to rest real quick. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think You Can Dance Thursday!&lt;/span&gt; ...there is nothing like seeing LIVE performances of your favorite dancers. 'Nuff Said! oh wait Wade Robson is the hotness. 'Nuff said! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom Friday&lt;/span&gt;...first day in like FOREVER that I was off from both my jobs....SB..doorhanging with BFF Sewa and yeah tiredness afterward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd...of course the tension lingers...gosh it's soo annoying. The worst part is I did nothing. Maybe it's insecurity? I know it's all over one person and wow the name sure comes up a lot for no interest to be had. Or so it is claimed. One is not easily fooled. I know what we have and I like where it's at at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6162208928019003487?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6162208928019003487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6162208928019003487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6162208928019003487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6162208928019003487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-in-review.html' title='A week in Review.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-5366569137597034785</id><published>2009-06-25T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:14:37.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson can finally rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SkRwuAvYFrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yWXIdykkm-g/s1600-h/early_michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SkRwuAvYFrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yWXIdykkm-g/s200/early_michael_jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351526192997996210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, MJ can have some peace. The burden of his fame and fortune has been lifted and now he can just be. Can you imagine the amount of pressure and stress this guy endured? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the entire world knew who this guy was. Imagine that. That's intense. I'm even breathing a sigh of relief for him because I'm tired just thinking about all that he has accomplished and how freakn' hard he's worked. I complain of how tired I am from being on my feet for a 5 hour shift. Pshhhh...I don't know what tired is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your old parents and older siblings out-live you then you know he died of fatigue. Michael died of stress on the heart. He was tired. Plain and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When it was annouced that he was to do one last huge Euro tour...I was thinking could he get through it? God gave him 50 years to do what he wanted and then he had to go. Just 50. Makes you wonder how many years God has given us to do what we need and what he wants us to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one is guaranteed tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We need to stop playing games with each other and love each other. I would hate to have treated someone horribly, only to learn they're not there tomorrow. I'm dusting off all drama. I refuse to be apart of it. It's sooooooo not worth the brain energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANYways, I leave you with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNl2Pm9-7Vk"&gt;FAVORITE video of Michael and Janet together&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Since I too have an older brother...I just think its too cute that they worked together on this. Enjoy, SCREAM! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-5366569137597034785?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/5366569137597034785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=5366569137597034785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5366569137597034785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5366569137597034785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-can-finally-rest.html' title='Michael Jackson can finally rest.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SkRwuAvYFrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yWXIdykkm-g/s72-c/early_michael_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1893797100834072444</id><published>2009-06-24T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:39:14.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Observe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Paired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There.&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/1003969062291344814-1893797100834072444?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1893797100834072444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1893797100834072444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1893797100834072444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1893797100834072444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-words.html' title='just words.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4316568206481816183</id><published>2009-06-21T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:28:46.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'aime mon Père.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/Sj8hgvP5E4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/nhZHY3tLwzs/s1600-h/Animals_And_Their_Babies_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/Sj8hgvP5E4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/nhZHY3tLwzs/s200/Animals_And_Their_Babies_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350031728662090626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, today is a day of celebration for Fathers. And I have to say that all praise and thanks goes to my Father, God. The only father I knew growing up and know even better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Growing up in a single parent household was normal for me. When I was younger, around 3 or 4, I do remember my dad living with us. I remember how he use to put me on his shoulders and carry me to the ice cream truck. But the rest of the memories are all a blur and are very few. My dad wasn't the best dad and because of that, I didn't get to know him. Honestly, I don't miss him because all I knew was my mom...so really, you can't miss what you never had. Right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;, God being the awesome Father that he is, noticed that I needed a father figure in my life. So he put my Uncle Larry in the picture. Larry is definitely the epitome of a great and caring man. Someone who cares about family and has values in which he wants to instill in his children, grandchildren and even in his niece (me).  So even though my dad failed, Larry kinda picked up his slack. God is amazing. And though I don't know where my dad is or if he's even still alive, I do want to say that I forgive him. No hard feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love my family dearly and I wouldn't change them for nothing in this world. We laugh together, we cry together and sometimes we just get on each others last nerve...but dang, at the end of the day we have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; to my GOD, my BROTHER, my UNCLE, my COUSINS, and to all the wonderful fathers out there who are handling their business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-4316568206481816183?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4316568206481816183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4316568206481816183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4316568206481816183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4316568206481816183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-of-fathers.html' title='J&apos;aime mon Père.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/Sj8hgvP5E4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/nhZHY3tLwzs/s72-c/Animals_And_Their_Babies_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-5869287028646555382</id><published>2009-06-12T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:44:40.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-5869287028646555382?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/5869287028646555382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=5869287028646555382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5869287028646555382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5869287028646555382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2171787859768677201</id><published>2009-06-11T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:51:52.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rant and proposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;First, before I get into my uncle's proposition. I just want to say that my boss at JC is a total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JERK&lt;/span&gt;. I want to leave that job so BAD. You have NO idea. Okay, enough about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Second, the post below me in which I wrote about a relationship situation. It's been worked out and I now have the answers I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay, now on to my uncle's proposition to me. So my uncle and I had lunch together today and he asked me would I be willing to have a roommate. Automatically, I'm thinking NO. Absolutely not. Then I asked who this roommate would be. He said Alicia, my cousin Alicia. Are you kidding me!? Heck no! She has her own place, I have my own place...let's leave it at that. He says that she feels lonely, needs to have good people around her, and would like to save money on rent. I say she can't be trusted, has an attitude when things don't go her way, and isn't reliable. Then he tries to persuade me even more by throwing in, "Well, would you consider it if I purchased a nice townhouse for you guys and then turned it over to you and you and her split the rent." I was like, now you're talking!! Hahaha!! Naw, for reals though I just forsee this turning real bad. I see myself in a situation I really don't want to be in. A stressful one. I mean, I would be paying less for rent and I would be living in nice digs...but I don't think its worth the drama. Don't get me wrong, I love that girl. We get along well. But things come out when you live with someone. Things you don't want to come out. I love hanging out with her, but living with her? That's another story. Soooo....I turned down his proposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2171787859768677201?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2171787859768677201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2171787859768677201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2171787859768677201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2171787859768677201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-before-i-get-into-my-uncles.html' title='rant and proposition'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4440079641170169365</id><published>2009-06-10T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:52:08.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so you think you can cook?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight was a fun night...full of dancing and cooking. I cooked the ultimate cheese &amp;amp; mac, kathy with her bomb brownies and Nate with his cha-cha chicken! LOL...GOOD TIMES! And I can't forget the always hilarious and entertaining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; show!! Whoo!! It's back, and it has that one loud botoxed-out judge who likes to put people on hot-tamale trains...so hilarious. Gotta love it because it doesn't get any better than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/1003969062291344814-4440079641170169365?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4440079641170169365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4440079641170169365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4440079641170169365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4440079641170169365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-you-think-you-can-cook.html' title='so you think you can cook?'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1568161569393712635</id><published>2009-06-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:03:28.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is waay too confusing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:Arial; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does it do any good to try to figure it out? One minute you’re on a high and the next you’re in the depths of despair. What the heck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The weather being all gloomy like it is doesn’t quite help either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish magic powers existed and I wish I had the magical power to read peoples’ minds. It would be soo much easier than trying to guess. Wouldn’t it? Like, you’d know for sure if that person you’ve been eyeing has feelings for you like you do for them, or know if you got the job or not, or know what grade your teacher is going to give you…stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so anxious. I feel like I want to jump on the walls and then I feel like I want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep. I’m a big ball of emotion right now. I’m so confused with life. I’ve been praying a lot and trying my hardest to let God handle everything without me wasting precious brain energy on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve been praying to God especially on a particular relationship. I revealed to this person something that I knew would make me vulnerable to getting myself hurt. That’s why I kept it to myself for a long time. But this person kept insisting that I tell. So I reluctantly did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luckily, this person was sweet, kind and was happy that I finally told. (This person knew all along.) Still, it’s like where do I go from here? Then there is another person (in connection with all this) who I love dearly and wouldn’t want to interrupt anything that they might have towards this person in which I revealed something to. I know—I’m talking outta my head and it may be confusing to follow. It’s just that I rather not mention any names. I’m just tryin to vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh, oh well. There’s really nothing I can do. Only live life and let events unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, I think too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-1568161569393712635?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1568161569393712635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1568161569393712635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1568161569393712635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1568161569393712635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-waay-too-confusing.html' title='Life is waay too confusing...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8250070258358068860</id><published>2009-06-03T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:52:39.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff on my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you dwell? I dwell. But I think I dwell too much. I think I dwell to the point where it's no longer good to dwell. I guess it's just my personality. Who I am. I dwell on what people say and sometimes I try to analyze it. But not all the time and not for everyone. Only the people I care about. I'm trying to learn not to dwell on words, or what people do. I'm trying to find that inner thing in me that blocks out negativity; that ignores it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something that's been on my mind and heart is the idea of friendship and what it really means to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. I know quite a bit of people, from school, church, work and just different places. How I define friendship is by how I "click" with someone. I notice for me, it's hard for me to find best friends; friends that I truly click with. When I say click, I mean understanding. We have to have an understanding of each other. There has to be just a complete comfortableness between us. I can tell you anything and there will be no judgment, maybe just a good listening ear. I can be the goofy, silly or emotional me and it wouldn't phase you. Because you know that is exactly who I am. You accept me for me and I for you. You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;. You care. You call often and check up and I for you. We hang out often and do things together. When I need a friend to come with me to an event or party, I know exactly who to call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm saying all this because at of all the people I know and have come in contact with, I could count on one hand the people who are like this. And it annoys the heck out of me that there are people who I know that will come up and hug me, and ask me how I'm doing and stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;once a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. That's not being a friend! We never hang out, we never call each other, but on that one day out of the week you want to catch up?!? I'm sorry but to me that is just fake and I don't have time for that. If you want to be my friend. Be my friend. And I for you. It takes two. Ugh, but just don't be fake with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may come off as a witch or whatever, but it's just how I feel. I like to be genuine and true to people and honestly, If I don't like you or we just don't click, then I won't talk to you or be around you. But I'm sure am not gonna go up to you and hug you and pretend I like you! That's just a waste of energy and it's a lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course all this ranting isn't just being pulled out of no where. I'm currently going through situations with family and people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be true and honest with myself and those around me. I'm trying to boot out the negativity and keep only the good around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-8250070258358068860?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8250070258358068860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8250070258358068860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8250070258358068860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8250070258358068860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuff-on-my-mind.html' title='Stuff on my mind...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-5548494780171079801</id><published>2009-05-26T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:53:05.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Superbad..lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love my co-workers. They're so cute. Apparently, they all had a movie night and decided to rent Superbad. I think a while back I told them that I was in the movie as an extra and apparently they remembered! So the next day I go into work and they're all like, "We saw you running in Superbad!" Like 10 co-workers came up to me and was asking me questions about the movie and the actors and stuff. Too funny. I haven't seen it in a long time so I decided to do a little search to see if I could find a clip on YouTube. I show up twice in the movie, but these clips aren't of great quality at all. If you want to see it, I suggest you rent it. The movie is hilarious! Even better, Micheal Cera is hilarious but surprisingly I remember him being super quiet on set. The fat guy was cool too. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this clip, I'm running track and I'm the black girl running towards the end of the group with the white girl lol (pause at 6:18). I was like 10 pounds overweight there! (I've lost a lot of weight since then) lol and they kept telling us to run over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgoBO1UqJxg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see it cause I'm experiencing problems with embedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Again, in this clip I'm the black girl walking up the stairs in the back with the black guy between the two actors. (Pause at 0:28) lol We had to walk those stairs about 50 million times. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnnQ44Mmbqk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see it cause the user disabled embedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;I'm also suppose to show up in the soon to be released &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine That&lt;/span&gt; film featuring Eddie Murphy. I play a play pin worker. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;Now if I could only get some speaking roles. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-5548494780171079801?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/5548494780171079801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=5548494780171079801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5548494780171079801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5548494780171079801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-superbadlol.html' title='I&apos;m Superbad..lol'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6945349954096578752</id><published>2009-05-23T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:16:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hassel the Hoff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a cool way to kick off the summer with David Hasselhoff, Sharon Osborne, and Nick Cannon!  Whoo!!! Hahaha..so yesterday my good friend Rachel and I attended a taping of &lt;em&gt;America's Got Talent&lt;/em&gt; at the Orpheum Theater in good 'ol LA. First of all, we leave at like 4:40 for a 6:00pm call time. Traffic was awful...but luckily we got there in time. We got seated on the floor level on the left side of the theatre. We had a pretty great view. We had to wait a little bit because they had to do sound check...but then the show got started! Nick Cannon stepped out and the audience went wild--&lt;em&gt;Wild'N Out&lt;/em&gt; that is!! &lt;---corny joke... lol Nick was funny and he interacted with us, forgot his lines (a few seconds after he was told them), and at one point someone from the audience yelled, "Nick! Where's Mariah!" ....and he replied, "She at home!" ...the audience laughed. It was cute. THEN the judges came in. Hasselhoff looked great in person but sounded drugged out! No joke. I didn't even know what he was sayn' half the time. Sharon was a beautiful petite femme! There was another judge from Britain. Pierce or something. So anyways, we see the acts (some got talent, others DON'T)...some were absolutely HILARIOUS...and some were just SHOCKING! Like, really!? Did you just DO that?! We clapped and smiled a lot and just enjoyed the show. We had a great time. We highly doubt we will show up on TV when the show airs but you never know. We were very animated...that's for sure. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! And during the breaks, the MC would give out autographed shirts and pictures of David with sayings on them like, "Don't Hassel the Hoff." Corny, right? I know. I'd so eBay it, though. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I had pics to post, but I do not. Of course, they told us that phones, cameras, etc were not allowed. They are super duper strict about it--as they should be. But sometimes it sucks cause I go to some pretty cool events and I never get to take any pics of my experiences. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that was my fun filled evening with Rachel. Cheers for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6945349954096578752?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6945349954096578752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6945349954096578752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6945349954096578752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6945349954096578752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-hassel-hoff.html' title='Don&apos;t Hassel the Hoff!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6877431619245563224</id><published>2009-05-21T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:50:47.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Guys!! Wow, you just don't know how good it feels for this semester to be over. I literally dragged myself through it...especially towards the end. Ugh...maan. I don't even know why, but I didn't feel like doing any homework towards the end! I would come home and go to sleep and not touch my homework. I have never done that before! It's a sign. A sign that I'm nearing graduation and I just don't give a horse anymore. I don't. I'm burnt out of school. *Sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But not the whole semester was a drag. In fact, the highlight of the semester for me came at the end. I ran crew for the amazing musical, &lt;em&gt;Anything Goes!&lt;/em&gt; I was part of the properties crew for about 4 weeks and it was a fun experience. I met so many people and built friendships that will last to infinity and beyond! What.  Else. Uh, I auditioned for next fall's Anna in the Tropics and got Understudy for the Ofelia character. I'm super excited for this project because its roots are Cuban and so I get to learn how to roll cigars and speak with a Cuban accent! The entire cast is hispanic (light-skinned too! lol) so I was kind of surprised that I even was considered for the role. But I'm very thankful. Not surprisingly enough, a good majority of cubans are as dark as black people...sooooo.... and that's because most have African ancestry....so i'm all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news, my little apartment decorating project has been put on hold. I will eventually get 'er done. I've been lazy, poor, unmotivated, creatively dry, and whatever other excuse there is. Just know that when I get on it, you will know here first...not Facebook, not MySpace...here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm..this summer I plan to just go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens. From past experience I know not to get all crazy and start planning stuff because 90% of it never happens anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, nite. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6877431619245563224?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6877431619245563224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6877431619245563224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6877431619245563224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6877431619245563224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer is here...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6019156638564111505</id><published>2009-04-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:06:13.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>checking in.</title><content type='html'>I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Insert Arnold Swartznegger voice here] I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I totally butchered arnold's last name. lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6019156638564111505?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6019156638564111505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6019156638564111505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6019156638564111505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6019156638564111505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/04/checking-in.html' title='checking in.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2184880233757267449</id><published>2009-02-09T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:15:17.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover: Single Pad Edition Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SZEkvQJbZEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V3LW0aPWVec/s1600-h/PICT2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SZEkvQJbZEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V3LW0aPWVec/s400/PICT2842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301058630598747202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, so here are a couple pictures of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SZEnKC0KPHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wMcMjG1yqBM/s1600-h/PICT2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SZEnKC0KPHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wMcMjG1yqBM/s400/PICT2834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301061289899605106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;new furniture I've bought so far. My desk I got from Wal-Mart and put it together myself. It took blood sweat and tears! Each piece nailed, hammered...ugh... it wasn't fun. But look! It looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this.... is my lovely (and very comfy) couch! It has a recliner on one end and it also pulls out into a full size bed. It was very important to me that it be sectional. I was a little disappointed with the color though. I guess I just have to work with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I plan to buy a rug to put in front of the couch (I'm leaning towards a soft shag) and a coffee table. I also need to buy two narrow bookshelves. I plan to get those at Plummers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, it's all coming together slowly. I hope to be completely done by the end of March. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates are going to be few and far apart. I just don't have the time to blog regularly right now. :( School and work have taken control of my life.&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/1003969062291344814-2184880233757267449?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2184880233757267449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2184880233757267449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2184880233757267449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2184880233757267449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/02/extreme-makeover-single-pad-edition.html' title='Extreme Makeover: Single Pad Edition Pictures'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SZEkvQJbZEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V3LW0aPWVec/s72-c/PICT2842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6505889469005138121</id><published>2009-01-26T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:04:02.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whirlwind week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok! Where I have I been! Bet ya thought I disapeared for a minute there, huh? Well yes, kinda. School started back up again. Gosh, gotta love it. Work is ever so...work. And uh, I have been just trying to gather my senses and get back on the boat. I have to say...I was really enjoying that break. But anyway, I am just getting use to my schedule is all. Needless to say, it's quite the headache.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, my couch and desk arrived!! Horray! I spent last weekend putting the desk together (what a job!) Man! I would of hired one of those guys outside Home Depot if I had of known I'd be sweatn' and breakn' my nails and stuff. Sheesh. Pictures will soon follow. I also put up some temp pictures on the wall until I buy ones I truly want to decorate with. It's just the bare white walls were reminding me of the movie Girl Interrupted. Ugh. I keep changing my mind on a paint color. I can't decide on anything. I keep going back and forth on that. But paint color is serious. I mean, I have to come home to that color every single day. So I best take my time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I liked doing that video blog, so I'll do more. For some odd reason it's set to private viewing so I have to go in and check those settings.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh, in other exciting news, I know this is "so last year" news...lol... 'cause I'm like all late posting this...but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BARACK OBAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PRESIDENT &lt;/span&gt;of the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Whoop!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those who were there [at the Inaguration], are very lucky. From what I saw, (and I watched the whole thing--from the comfort of my warm home--in my jammies), there were close to like a million people crammed together. That's awesome. Oh, and the tempratures were like below 0. Craziness! I would not have been able to handle that. I so do not do well with cold. At all. Seeing all the landmarks and images just brought back memories of when I was there just a couple years ago. I took pictures outside the Capitol, Lincoln Memorial, Jefferson Memorial. We walked the mall and saw all that. So at least I can say I was there. LOL But of course it doesn't compare with being there on THAT day.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'm off to make some chicken tacos (yum-o!) and then read, read, read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6505889469005138121?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6505889469005138121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6505889469005138121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6505889469005138121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6505889469005138121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/01/whirlwind-week.html' title='whirlwind week'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1706580831877252978</id><published>2009-01-17T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:57:38.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I just wanted to show you a quick look at my little place BEFORE I clear out everything and start my makeover. I just sold my bed to this really nice guy over Craigslist. I have to admit, I was a little "skurrd" about having a total stranger come to my place. lol But I had Monica with me and the guy turned out to be really nice. I took that money to put towards my new chocolate brown sectional/sleeper couch!!! The furniture place is delivering it this Monday. YAY!! I'm so excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKbYe84Zh-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKbYe84Zh-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&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/1003969062291344814-1706580831877252978?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1706580831877252978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1706580831877252978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1706580831877252978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1706580831877252978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-look.html' title='A Quick Look'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1199946641014512283</id><published>2009-01-14T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:22:10.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clusterphobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SW6lO6KSfrI/AAAAAAAAANc/FLovztnQVLM/s1600-h/urbandic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 63px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SW6lO6KSfrI/AAAAAAAAANc/FLovztnQVLM/s200/urbandic.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291348287756074674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wow. I totally forgot to post this last year. I don't know if you know, but I got a word published in a very well-known dictionary. No, not Websters. &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com"&gt;Urban Dictionary!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; LOL! The word that I published is Clusterphobia. Okay--you're probably wondering what the heck is that? Cluster = groupings of things (lol) and phobia (fear of). I have a fear of groupings of things. I KNOW it's weird. It's odd. I'm crazy. But that's my fear. I don't have a fear of ALL things that are in clusters, just certain things. And I can't tell you what freaks me out until I see it. For example, a bunch of ants piled on top of each other FREAKS ME OUT. Ew. I can't give anymore examples right now cause, well, I can't think of any but...yeah. It's not a very good dictionary &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=clusterphobia"&gt;definition&lt;/a&gt;...but it's the only way I could describe it. &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=clusterphobia"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I actually did a web search to find people who share this weird phobia with me. I forgot the link, but it's a forum where people post various phobias that they have. Clusterphobia is one they spoke of. See! I'm not that crazy after all!&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-1199946641014512283?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1199946641014512283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1199946641014512283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1199946641014512283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1199946641014512283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/01/clusterphobia.html' title='Clusterphobia'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SW6lO6KSfrI/AAAAAAAAANc/FLovztnQVLM/s72-c/urbandic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8617036144667597918</id><published>2009-01-11T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:18:18.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover: Single Pad Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SWpCnYAei7I/AAAAAAAAANU/sTS1iUljX00/s1600-h/exmo09.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290113956526853042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SWpCnYAei7I/AAAAAAAAANU/sTS1iUljX00/s200/exmo09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in the process of an "extreme makeover" of sorts with my place. Over the next few months, I'll keep you updated as I purchase furniture, paint my place and maybe have my friends over for a small party after all is said and done. I'll post pictures and video blogs as I take on the challenge of making over my single pad. I call it: &lt;em&gt;Katrina's Extreme Makeover: Single Pad Edition&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya know...my version of the television show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/index?pn=index"&gt;Extreme Makeover: Home Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay Tuned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-8617036144667597918?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8617036144667597918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8617036144667597918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8617036144667597918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8617036144667597918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/01/extreme-makeover-single-pad-edition.html' title='Extreme Makeover: Single Pad Edition'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SWpCnYAei7I/AAAAAAAAANU/sTS1iUljX00/s72-c/exmo09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1394772291614312179</id><published>2009-01-05T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:37:14.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Heart for the Hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SWL8EZUoM3I/AAAAAAAAANM/0apkJMKqGaE/s1600-h/oneineight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SWL8EZUoM3I/AAAAAAAAANM/0apkJMKqGaE/s200/oneineight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288066064933466994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On February 14, a bunch of friends and I will be donating our time and resources to a great cause. We will be helping the Los Angeles Food Bank with feeding the hungry. I am so passionate about this. I have always tried to do my part to feed the millions of people IN AMERICA--our own backyard; by giving to those who are on the street, donating my time through food banks, or even giving money to my church so that they can help those in need. There are probably people who you know who are going hungry &lt;em&gt;right now&lt;/em&gt;. These people are adults, teens, children, mothers, etc. It's especially hard around this time when people are losing their jobs in this crapped economy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know for me, I've had first-hand experience with feeling the pains of hunger. When I was younger, my mom had a hard time making ends meet. We recieved Food Stamps and the income from her job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember going shopping for tons of food in the beginning of each month and then literally starving towards the very end of the month. We would like survive off of beans or whatever until the new month began. That was years ago...but I still remember that empty feeling. That weakness. Wishing you could just eat something. Not a fun feeling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm sharing this is because we are so blessed. Most of us have jobs or recieve some type of income. We can give &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;--even your time. You know that bum you see at the end of the freeway? Or that bum outside the store? They represent the millions you don't see. If you have it, give. God will see what you have done and bless you with 10x MORE. Not only that, but you'll feel great that you're doing something great for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you're sitting there with your BIG, FAT juicy burger and crispy, golden fries...and a tall cup of bubbly from your favorite resturant...remember 1 in 8 Americans struggle with hunger each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more about 1 in 8 and see how you can help visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedingamerica.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeding America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-1394772291614312179?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1394772291614312179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1394772291614312179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1394772291614312179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1394772291614312179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-heart-for-hungry.html' title='Have a Heart for the Hungry'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SWL8EZUoM3I/AAAAAAAAANM/0apkJMKqGaE/s72-c/oneineight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6849423524379787923</id><published>2009-01-02T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:41:31.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing ny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SV8Cf1yOHrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EHS9LqpQ3II/s1600-h/New+York+and+DC+Trip+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286947233593171634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SV8Cf1yOHrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EHS9LqpQ3II/s200/New+York+and+DC+Trip+127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;New Years was laid back for me. I had to work New Years Eve and then afterward I went and spent the rest of the night with my friend, Holly. It wasn't the big party, get plastered, dance all night thing for me this year. Plus, I don't get plastered. I don't know...I didn't even want to do anything big this year. I didn't even complain when I found out I had to work. It was what it was. My friends on the other hand...that's a whole other story. That's cool for them though, I'm happy that they had fun.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I find myself thinking a lot about New York lately. I have this strong desire to go back and visit. I find it such an interesting place. I love that the atmosphere is so different from LA. I've been looking up ticket prices for a round trip ticket for two. If planned ahead, it's not that costly. Plus, they have those all-inclusive hotel+flight package deals. Monica said that she would love to go with me. Who knows, we might go to New York this year. I'm bit of a baby when it comes to traveling without family though. Especially out of state, kinda on my own...to a city I don't know well. On one hand CREEPY...on another, adventurous. BWHAHAHA...I'm kinda excited! lol! The picture right there is of Central Park. Isn't it beautiful? My aunt took that shot and I absolutely love it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah! La petite femme à New York! Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6849423524379787923?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6849423524379787923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6849423524379787923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6849423524379787923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6849423524379787923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-ny.html' title='missing ny'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SV8Cf1yOHrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EHS9LqpQ3II/s72-c/New+York+and+DC+Trip+127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2639523018692459670</id><published>2009-01-01T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:54:28.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2639523018692459670?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2639523018692459670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2639523018692459670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2639523018692459670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2639523018692459670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-baby.html' title='2009 baby!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-9082501708029244159</id><published>2008-12-30T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:57:48.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people finder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Myspace is amazing. Literally everyone and their mom has one. Due to its popularity, you could literally do a "People Finder" search and find people you never thought you'd find. Ever. This is exactly what I did. One day last week, I decided that I wanted to see if I could find one of my cousins whom I haven't seen in &lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt;. All I knew was her name (duh!) and her possible age. I didn't know a location, school, etc. So I do a search and what do you know? I find her! First, I added her as a friend, and she accepted me...not knowing who I was. Then, I got the courage to message her and tell her that I'm her cousin. She was so surprised and shocked! I was shocked. She's 17 and lives somewhere in Long Beach, I guess. We started catching up through messages and we exchanged numbers. I have yet to call her. It's still all too strange. The last time I saw her was when I was 8 and she was 3. It's been quite a long time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's sad I had to find her that way in the first place. You see, my family is very dysfunctional. Well, what family isn't? Our aunts tend to fight and then hold grudges that last for centuries. I think that one of the things they are fighting over literally happend when they were teens!! Absolutely. Ridiculous. This then creates tension and no one speaks or sees one another. The tension then trickles down to the children in the family and creates a seperation. I literally have cousins that I haven't met or seen in a really long time. It's super sad. I hope that as the children grow, they can break through this mold or tension that has seperated us and just come together. I hope I can have a relationship with them one day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finding a family member via internet and trying to pick up from a long lost relationship is easier said than done. You would think that one could just be freinds, be cool. Nah, doesn't work that way. It's two different worlds...different people from the past trying to piece together what was once scarcely there. &lt;P&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Granny is like 81, and I haven't spoke to her in years. She could be on her death bed and I wouldn't know because the family doesn't communicate. Isn't that horrible? Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So if you have a long lost mother, father, sister, daughter, cousin or granny, friend or foe...look 'em up ...'cause you just never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-9082501708029244159?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/9082501708029244159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=9082501708029244159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/9082501708029244159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/9082501708029244159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-finder.html' title='people finder'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7285266554281202941</id><published>2008-12-29T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:36:10.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;give more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) save more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) help more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4) &lt;em&gt;pray more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5) workout more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6) &lt;em&gt;read more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...oh there's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...but i can't think right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-7285266554281202941?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7285266554281202941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7285266554281202941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7285266554281202941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7285266554281202941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-resolutions.html' title='my resolutions'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8882455092379633719</id><published>2008-12-28T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:49:45.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something new. I didn't want to wait, I was too tired of the old. Do you like? It's the other extreme, I guess. White to Black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So how was your Christmas? Christmas for me this year was noticeably different, not in a good way. I don't know-- just the &lt;em&gt;spirit &lt;/em&gt;of the holidays just wasn't there for me. The vibe that I got from people was just &lt;em&gt;rush, rush, rush &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;stress, stress, stress!&lt;/em&gt; More of trying to buy things and get things done, rather than taking time to relax, be kind, and just enjoy. I got the one thing that I wanted this Christmas, and that was just to truly RELAX with my family. I have been on the go since September and I finally got to just sit down. It was nice. I packed my little overnight bag and stayed with my aunt, uncle and cousin at their home for a couple days. We cooked together, watched home movies together, went to Frazier Park (real snow!), ate sushi at this amazing youwouldneverknowitsthere Japanese resturant in the Valley [aren't those the best? the resturants that aren't well known...but everyones eaten there and absolutely loves it?], went to see &lt;em&gt;Valkyrie&lt;/em&gt; with the fam, then &lt;em&gt;Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/em&gt; with my friend, Egida. Both movies are really good. Valkyrie is very suspenseful and action-packed. Curious Case is interesting and thoughtful. Both are meaningful films. Now I want to see &lt;em&gt;Revolutionary Road&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywho, I think this year has been quite an eventful one--as is every year. I do look forward to the next. I hope its a prosperous one. One of success and accomplishment. New adventures and discoveries...maybe a new flame? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-8882455092379633719?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8882455092379633719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8882455092379633719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8882455092379633719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8882455092379633719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-new.html' title='something new'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7340206335053801582</id><published>2008-12-11T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:09:36.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can barely function on 4 hours sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&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/1003969062291344814-7340206335053801582?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7340206335053801582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7340206335053801582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7340206335053801582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7340206335053801582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/12/woe-is-me.html' title='Woe is I.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-376110789709421277</id><published>2008-12-04T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:18:44.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...am extremely happy that finals are here. However,&lt;br /&gt;...have a CRAP LOAD LIST of final projects to do.&lt;br /&gt;...feel procrastination is kicking in...while I'm trying to kick it out.&lt;br /&gt;...know Christmas is weeks away and I'm dreading the thought of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;...always feel cold and don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;...need a vacation. Puerto Vallarta, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;...love my rice cooker. teeHee!&lt;br /&gt;...am looking forward to the new year.&lt;br /&gt;...look forward to Tecate, Mexico for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;...believe she needs to stop texting me, I have nothing to say to her right now.&lt;br /&gt;...saw actor Terry Crews from &lt;em&gt;Everybody Hates Chris&lt;/em&gt; at Office Max today.&lt;br /&gt;...need a break.&lt;br /&gt;...am going to have another full/busy/tiring Spring 09 semester.&lt;br /&gt;...hope to graduate in Fall of 09, walk 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...am &lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&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/1003969062291344814-376110789709421277?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/376110789709421277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=376110789709421277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/376110789709421277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/376110789709421277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/12/i.html' title='I....'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-4868382454160508329</id><published>2008-12-03T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:07:08.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Stop the Beat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O-M-G!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sooo embarrasssssing....hehe. This video is of my theatre musical class performance of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You Can't Stop the Beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from the musical &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hairspray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was basically our mid-term for the class. It's so funny to watch because we were all so nervous and our family and friends were in the audience. Some of us--including me--forgot most of the dance moves. Bwahahaha! I had to sing a small solo and I was peeing my pants before I went on...lol... only because people tell me I can sing when I focus, but I don't think I sing very well. I get really nervous singing in front of people. Acting is my love and will do it in front of anyone. Singing is another story. I think my voice cracked towards the end of my solo...lol. It was fun none the less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So um, enjoy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhB-X83EJaU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OhB-X83EJaU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-4868382454160508329?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/4868382454160508329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=4868382454160508329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4868382454160508329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/4868382454160508329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-cant-stop-beat.html' title='You Can&apos;t Stop the Beat!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-7545589046833833675</id><published>2008-12-01T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:02:41.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice, Couches and Britney! Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/STOtv_D-e-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TDzVLevsRlI/s1600-h/IMG00520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274750628474551266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/STOtv_D-e-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TDzVLevsRlI/s200/IMG00520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a RICE COOKER! I was shopping at Big Lots the other day(awesome store by the way!), and guess what I bought for just $10? Yes, a rice cooker. I recently changed my diet...recently as in yesterday...haha! to eating not only more healthy but to cut back on spending money eating out. I need to cook more at home. So tonight I made my first batch of rice for my lunch and din tomorrow. It worked very well! When I initially saw it at the store, I was a little skeptical about it's capability to do the job, given its price. But! It just goes to show, you can't judge a book by its price! It's small but it cooks enough for one person and that's all I need! I'm still trying to get used to this whole going grocery shopping for myself thing. You would think that it would be easy shopping just for myself, but for some reason I haven't adjusted. I'm so used to someone else doing all the food shopping or shopping for five people. Now, when I go I have to be careful not to by too many perishable items because I won't eat it as fast and it'd be wasted food. Also, it's more about planning out meals rather than just buying this or that in order to save money. Mmmmm.....rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news...I'm now in search of a really comfortable sectional queen sleeper couch with chaise, at  a reasonable price of course. I'm going to start making my little home what it was meant to be --a single girls' pad. In January, I plan to get the couch and sell my bed. So friends, be looking out for couches. I want a nice chocolate brown one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other, other news...I'm in the creative process of making a new graphic for my blog. The one up now will stay up until this year is out. I've been playing around with my photoshop software and came up with a couple things. It's gonna be simple, nothing fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On some other side note, having nothing to do with anything really. I just got done watching Britney: For the Record and it's so crazy to me that she wants what we have, and some people wants her fame, money and success. She wants to be able to walk down the street and be &lt;em&gt;normal &lt;/em&gt;or&lt;em&gt; go to the store to buy groceries! &lt;/em&gt;It just made me think about how there's two sides to everything. The grass is always greener on the other side. Something to learn about that and what it means to work in the entertainment business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazinessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-7545589046833833675?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/7545589046833833675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=7545589046833833675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7545589046833833675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/7545589046833833675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/12/rice-couches-and-britney-oh-my.html' title='Rice, Couches and Britney! Oh My!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/STOtv_D-e-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/TDzVLevsRlI/s72-c/IMG00520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-385094164846732318</id><published>2008-11-29T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:42:04.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta &lt;3 the holidays....or not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274181120617540146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/STGnyQ966jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ca07u3mwkgs/s200/blkfriatjcp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanksgiving was definitely something to be thankful for this year. The whole family got together at one table and ate! A-mazing! My brother, who never comes to any family functions, actually showed up! My cousins were there and it was just good times. We had tons of food, and of course, I took a plate home for myself. How could I not? I hope everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving and got to spend it with the ones they care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;....[sigh] &lt;strong&gt;BLACK FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, here I go with the ranting. First off, who the heck came up with this day?? I wanna know so I can go and trample his/her butt DOWN!! Can you believe the CHAOS, the RAGE, the NERVE of some people?? A Wal-Mart employee KILLED--trampled on! I'm speechless. So freakn' sad. That picture on the left--yeah thats just a piece of what the clothing store where I work, looked like. Piles of clothes on the floor and falling off the shelves. Ridiculous. Some people are just monsters. Oh! Someone was SHOT at a Toys R Us?!? Over what, a toy on sale? It's so not worth it. We stayed until 3:30am this morning cleaning the store...and we still didn't finish. I have to go in today and close again. I'm praying it won't be half as bad as yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the holidays and everything but I hate shopping. Good luck with shopping everyone, and &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; be nice and respectful to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-385094164846732318?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/385094164846732318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=385094164846732318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/385094164846732318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/385094164846732318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotta-3-holidaysor-not.html' title='Gotta &lt;3 the holidays....or not!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/STGnyQ966jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ca07u3mwkgs/s72-c/blkfriatjcp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1990452160276878332</id><published>2008-11-24T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:52:57.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living and learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Jump into the middle of things, get your hands dirty, fall flat on your face, and then reach for the stars."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ben Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;No one ever said it was going to be easy. I cursed myself the whole time afterwards but that was yesterday, the past. Today is a new day and all I can do is pick myself up, dust myself off and keep reaching for the stars. Falling flat on one's face is part of the journey and I can only embrace it and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1003969062291344814-1990452160276878332?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1990452160276878332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1990452160276878332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1990452160276878332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1990452160276878332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-and-learning.html' title='living and learning'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-5704731346735124864</id><published>2008-11-17T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:50:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>get in, get out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SSJjOCVmVrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0m850q5wXRI/s1600-h/for21pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269883606773683890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SSJjOCVmVrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0m850q5wXRI/s200/for21pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was so proud of myself the other day. I totally needed a new outfit for a wedding but I didn't have time to shop for hours (like I always do). So I headed on-line to Forever 21 (my favorite store as of now) and picked out an entire outfit. . . down to the clutch. I printed out the list and went to the two-story Forever21 in Pasadena after work and just shopped the items I saw on the internet. I even had one of the employees be my "personal" shopper. She like got me a bag and took my paper and started showing me around to each item on the list! How sweet of her! After I had all my items, I tried them on in the dressing room. Fierce! I was literally out the store and on the freeway to my house in 20 minutes. If I didn't plan it would have taken me (no joke) 1 1/2 - 2 hours. I really didn't have that much time because I parked meter. Anyway, I think I'll just shop that way now...online first and then head to the store. Especially, if I have an event to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My outfit below, plus the ankle boots up there ^^:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SSJgYrjSzDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2q05wzkebYU/s1600-h/for21top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269880491100785714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SSJgYrjSzDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2q05wzkebYU/s200/for21top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SSJgpQC28AI/AAAAAAAAAIc/G2OQmzetw3w/s1600-h/for21boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269880775774760962" style="WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SSJgpQC28AI/AAAAAAAAAIc/G2OQmzetw3w/s200/for21boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269882751938172290" style="WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SSJicR07lYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/USF92CfX55g/s200/for1clutch.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^flutter lace top, black knit skinny pants and a tweed clutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cute, huh? I have pictures that other people took (I almost never bring my own camera) and they'll probably post them on Facebook. I had a blast at the wedding/reception. Congratulations Kate and Sheldon Brown!! Get workn' on those Brownies, eh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/1003969062291344814-5704731346735124864?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/5704731346735124864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=5704731346735124864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5704731346735124864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5704731346735124864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-in-get-out.html' title='get in, get out.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SSJjOCVmVrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0m850q5wXRI/s72-c/for21pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-9184971506141156490</id><published>2008-11-07T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:33:33.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Randomness: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;1. If you're only as old as you feel, how old are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't know. . . I feel 22.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;2. What habits, traits, or behaviors to you engage in that might be considered too young for you? Which might be considered a trait of someone older than you? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh, I'm a prankster. . . some might consider that a behavior of someone younger than me. As far as a trait of someone older. . .I'm a homebody.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;3. Do you ever wish you were a different age than you are now? Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No. . . actually part of me wants to pause this part of my life. I feel very free and independent right now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;4. Do you deliberately behave or dress a certain way to appear or feel younger than you are? How about older?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No. I think I dress and behave appropriately for my age.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;5. What is your *real* age?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm 22.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;6. Which do you think reveals more about a person, the contents of their refrigerator or the contents of their purse?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm. . . how about the contents of their room? The fridge says a lot too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;7. When you visit someone's home, what are you most interested in looking at?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Their bedroom. Always. It tells me so much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;8. If you could make it so that one person on earth was physically incapable of telling lies or keeping secrets, celebrities &amp;amp; politicians included, who would you choose?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a hard one. Probably the President.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;9. Have you ever spilled the beans on someone else's secret? If so, what was it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason I seem to be the one that all my friends tell their secrets to, which means they trust me. I've never told someone else's secret.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;10. Have you ever kept a diary? If so, was it top secret? What did you write about?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always keep some type of diary/journal. Even with friends. I'm keeping a journal with my friend Kathy right now. In the past I've shared journals with my cousin Rhonda and my friend Julianna from way back. The journals that I've kept are not "top secret" but there's some stuff in them that I would not want other people to read until I'm dead. Journals are another way to express myself. I like to look back and see how much I've grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-9184971506141156490?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/9184971506141156490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=9184971506141156490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/9184971506141156490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/9184971506141156490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-randomness-part-2.html' title='Friday Randomness: Part 2'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-1185209757117790040</id><published>2008-11-06T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:41:07.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so proud and ecstatic to have witnessed and been part of such a monumental moment is history. It took decades upon decades to arrive at this point and the day has come. Do you know how many graves turned when the results came in? :::I have chills::: How many eyes shed tears of joy? Do you know how many prayers were prayed not just on Tuesday night, but every night leading up to this point? Yes, this is huge. It's huge because this is the biggest color line ever crossed in the history of this nation!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to tell you, it truly feels great to finally have someone who looks like me representing our country. It reassures me that anything is possible. I know its cliché, but it's very true. Obama is proof. Michelle Obama, first African-American FIRST LADY is proof! I wish that so many of the leaders and civil-rights activists or even just all the people who had to endure racial hardships in past decades could have been here to witness this. I wish my mom was here. She would have been very happy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think because this election was so huge and Obama supporters created such a major hoopla, there is a lot on his head. Expectations are extremely high. People are now waiting to see if he's going to keep the promises he made or forget and let us down. It's a trying time for this country. But I won't judge because it's a difficult position to be in. You can't please everyone. Even with Bush, I never judged his presidency. Of course he made some stupid decisions that I didn't always agree with, but who am I to say this or that and have no inkling as to what he had to endure? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway—I ‘m just excited. I do pray for his well being though. I don’t want another beloved president to be shot down by some racist psychotic loony. That would be just devastating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and as far as Prop 8 goes. . . &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know how I voted and I know what the Bible says and that’s the law I follow. It is what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-1185209757117790040?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/1185209757117790040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=1185209757117790040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1185209757117790040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/1185209757117790040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-last.html' title='At last.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6053276911321596474</id><published>2008-11-04T12:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:23:50.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack the Vote!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SRCwiFOv8qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GRA4HGLVF7Y/s1600-h/baracko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SRCwiFOv8qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GRA4HGLVF7Y/s200/baracko1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264902063962190498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dear Citizens of the United States of America:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has now come to make a difference! Today is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to early-bird vote this morning (I have work) but I'll most definitely go this evening. I can't wait to Barack the vote!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Let's not let "not enough ballots" or "broken voting machines" stop us from making history people. It seems like there is always some problem when election day rolls around. Be patient and wait in line --even if that line goes all the way around the     corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's fulfill our democratic duty --let's rock the vote!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/1003969062291344814-6053276911321596474?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6053276911321596474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6053276911321596474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6053276911321596474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6053276911321596474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-vote.html' title='Barack the Vote!!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SRCwiFOv8qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GRA4HGLVF7Y/s72-c/baracko1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8761497407672646550</id><published>2008-10-20T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:04:04.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LUB HER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why I go to the library... I never get anything done. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beyonce kills it in this video for her new song "Single Ladies" that I just had to post it. What a beautiful and talented lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 0:54, that dance is sooo me. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/REHbgBPkvEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/REHbgBPkvEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-8761497407672646550?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8761497407672646550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8761497407672646550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8761497407672646550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8761497407672646550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-lub-her.html' title='I LUB HER.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-2942546268781326231</id><published>2008-10-10T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:37:12.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven't done this in awhile.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What did you want to be when you were a kid?&lt;/strong&gt; a teacher, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your proudest accomplishment so far?&lt;/strong&gt; juggling 2 jobs, going to school full-time and getting my own place without financial help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is your dream job?&lt;/strong&gt; actor on a successful sitcom and/or dramatic television series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;/strong&gt; hopefull a successful working actor, married, child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What does it take to make you happy?&lt;/strong&gt; knowing that my family is safe, having enough money to pay bills, eat, knowing that God loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-2942546268781326231?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/2942546268781326231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=2942546268781326231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2942546268781326231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/2942546268781326231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-friday.html' title='it&apos;s friday!'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-6741900945407881708</id><published>2008-10-06T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:45:14.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates &amp; randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where have I been? Same 'ol. Nothing really new. I haven't been online much. Haven't been watching TV at all. I've just been reading a lot, studying, working...a lot. Working out...a lot. I'm really diggn' this rain though, it's about time. I feel that really hot weather is soo overrated. Ha! Lovn' my classes, hating nothing. I saw Christina Milian at CSUN while walking to my theatre voice class. She was filming Bring It On: Again Again Again Again Again (gosh, when are they gonna stop already? It's like Rocky all over again). She looks really short in person. But then again, most of them do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! Remember that short film project I shot earlier this year for my friend Sewa? Yeah, "Low Jack Your Eggs." Well, she finally gave me a DVD copy of it and it came out really nice. It's corny, funny and I love it. Unfortunately, it's in DVD format and I tried to upload it to YouTube and it wouldn't work. I have to try and find a way to get it in the correct format so that YouTube will take it. It's really cute though and I really want to post it. Hopefully soon. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay well...class is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I need to shut down my laptop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-6741900945407881708?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/6741900945407881708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=6741900945407881708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6741900945407881708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/6741900945407881708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/10/updates-randomness.html' title='updates &amp; randomness'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-8627389717314089741</id><published>2008-10-01T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:00:41.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't see it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SOPvkQFe-wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r6QtI8QCFUY/s1600-h/stephanienme.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252304996516428546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="92" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SOPvkQFe-wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r6QtI8QCFUY/s200/stephanienme.gif" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately people have been coming up to me and telling me that I look like Stephanie Mills. I searched her out and found that she's apparently some famous singer...so famous that I never heard of her.  I don't see it, do you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Five people within the past few months have come up to me..."Do you know who you look like?"....."Do people ever tell you look like?" "You resemble...blah blah..." Okay. Sure. Why not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-8627389717314089741?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/8627389717314089741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=8627389717314089741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8627389717314089741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/8627389717314089741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-see-it.html' title='I don&apos;t see it...'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SOPvkQFe-wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r6QtI8QCFUY/s72-c/stephanienme.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-926170053398727213</id><published>2008-09-10T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:44:25.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so i changed my mind.</title><content type='html'>OK so I changed my mind and it's now final.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this saturday for theatre musical class i'm singing:&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning Baltimore" from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IRSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY&lt;/em&gt; I decided to post this at 2 am in the morning...i don't know&lt;br /&gt;(well actually I do know. I can't sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my thong still in a twist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, let me check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-926170053398727213?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/926170053398727213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=926170053398727213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/926170053398727213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/926170053398727213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-so-i-changed-my-mine.html' title='ok, so i changed my mind.'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003969062291344814.post-5087862868296055150</id><published>2008-09-08T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:26:59.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you want me to what?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt; did I get myself into! lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Saturday we finally had our first day of class. Theatre Musical class, that is. We were to bring sheet music from a musical of our choice. Now, I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;to watch musicals...but don't ask me to SING songs from them!!! Are you kidding me?! But that's what the class is about, singing and dancing. Duh! Dancing is fine. But don't ask me to sing. Or, if you do, put me with the chorus....so my voice blends in. Seriously, while each person sang I felt like I was at the American Idol auditions and each and everyone of us were Randys, Paulas, and Simons. Of course all the people who volunteered to sing this week were A-mazing!!! Show-offs. Pshh... The rest of us wusies have to sing this Saturday or ELSE!! I seriously have my thong in a twist. I'm scared. I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; sing...well, a little. But my voice isn't strong...like Broadway strong. I can't belt. I'm an alto. Oh, Goshh...this sucks. My song selection is "Love You I Do" by Jennifer Hudson from the musical DreamGirls. I know, I know....but the song actually fits my voice. I think. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But that's not all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also have to buy a pair of tap shoes...oh this is going to be interesting. Talk about being all out of my element. Should I get tan, black, or white shoes? Heel or no heel? I'm confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT! As much as I wanna pee my pants and drop the class faster than you can say "hot tamale!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I WILL NOT GIVE UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the end of this class I will be a lean, mean, dancing/singing machine!! Our final as a class is to perform "You Can't Stop the Beat" from the musical Hairspray. I'm really looking forward to that. I wish somehow we can record it. I will check into that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well.....Wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1003969062291344814-5087862868296055150?l=katrinacru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/feeds/5087862868296055150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1003969062291344814&amp;postID=5087862868296055150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5087862868296055150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1003969062291344814/posts/default/5087862868296055150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katrinacru.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-want-me-to-what.html' title='you want me to what?!?'/><author><name>katrina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uurkqPJRC7c/SzHOENPndSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-RPWJ-SII4/S220/purplyme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
