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    <title>kati_bear @ 2007-08-12T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-13T03:32:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm engaged!!!  My ring is beautiful and my fiancee (I'm gonna have to get used to calling him that!) is wonderful; I am sooo happy!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kati_bear:33624</id>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2007-05-25T01:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-25T05:41:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-25T05:41:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Boogey that Be- Black Eyed Peas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I just say the last Pirates of the Caribbean.... I was disappointed to say the least, though I may have missed some of the movie due to the fact that there was a disgusting teenage couple sitting in front of us.  In my day you made out in movie theaters... empty ones.  In todays horny teenage society, apparently you go to a packed movie and finger your girlfriend.  Why can't they just have sex within the privacy of their, I mean, their parents houses?  I am officially traumatized, I threw things at them and they still didn't get the idea.  I propose a law banning all horny teenagers from movie theaters, who's with me?!?</content>
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    <title>I'm back Bitches!!!!</title>
    <published>2007-04-17T00:18:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-17T00:18:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Louis Armstrong What a Wonderful World</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ughhh... jet lag... the trip was really fun though, despite the fact that all English food is covered in mayonnaise, and I do mean covered.  Now I've got to finish my Deb portfolio, and finish my paper for Lori's class.  Yay... :(  Hopefully Eric will be home from work and bring me some nice thai soup. I am sick AGAIN!!!  Probably from the 8 hour plane ride and recycled air that comes with it, but at least I wasn't sick on vacation :).  I was so sad to leave my bro behind, he's there for another 2 weeks and has already been there for 3, he's really homesick :(  But anyway, no more stalling, back to work.</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2007-04-04T23:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T03:39:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T03:39:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Robert Randolph: Ain't nothin wrong with that</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Eric has never been good at keeping secrets from me, and today at dinner he let slip that he not only special ordered an engagement ring for me, but that it is already done and waiting at the jewelery store for him to pick out a center stone.  Okay, so I knew that he had ordered the ring, but I wasn't supposed to know anything more until he gives it to me.... and now I know where it is and I have nothing to do tomorrow after 12 except to pack, which leaves me all day to think about how I should go up there and see if I can't convince a salesperson to let me see it.  Oh, I don't know if I mentioned this, but I'm packing because Eric and I are going to London for a week to visit my brother Scot since he's out there for business.  We are staying in a cozy little bed and breakfast in the heart of London.  So psyched!!! And poor :( But I saved up around $600, after about 3 months of living off of slimfast and as little gas as possible.  It's going to be AWESOME!!!  But I have so much school work to get done before I go.  Which reminds me, KEVI, call me tomorrow, I haven't seen you in forever and would really like to before I go.  So, this is my update, since I haven't posted anything for a couple of months :) Oh, and I'm so happy that my final band concert of the year is done, I just about despised 90% of the music and I'm ecstatic that I probably won't ever have to play Music for Prague by Karel Husa EVER AGAIN!!!!  Look it up, I dare you, it's one of the most irritating pieces of music ever written.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kati_bear:32795</id>
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    <title>HOLY SHIT!!!!!</title>
    <published>2007-02-02T04:54:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-02T04:54:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm officially FUCKED.  I just got this e-mail from the teacher I was supposed to have my placement with for my music education class:&lt;br /&gt;"Kate- I am sorry to inform you but I can no longer help you out. I am going to be on bed rest until my child is born. Yuo are still welcome to call me and if you need help in the future please keep me in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Becky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me repeat again that I am FUCKED!!!  For those of you not in the music ed program, you CANNOT pass this class with out spending 20 hours in a placement given to you by the university.  And not passing this class adds another year onto college... i repeat for the third time, I am FUCKED!!!  And having a panic attack, a nice way to end my night.</content>
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    <title>Concertos</title>
    <published>2007-01-05T22:08:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-05T22:08:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Debussey- Nuages</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I fucking bombed my audition for the concerto competition and then Dr.Cunningham saw me cry... all in all this was one of the most most embarrassing days of my life.  Oh, and then I threw up on the sidewalk, it was a lovely touch.</content>
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    <title>Eric</title>
    <published>2006-12-30T09:25:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-30T09:25:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dave Matthews Band</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, today marks Eric and my 2 year anniversary.  It feels like so much longer... in a good way :)  After you spend as much time with someone as we do on a daily basis it's like nothing can really shock you.  We have so many odd little tendencies, quotes, jokes, and tones of voice that nobody else gets.  I mean that's what happens when you spend nearly every waking moment with someone for 2 years.  We were basically inseparable from the beginning, as Meghann can attest to, and now we work together, spend nearly all of our free time together, and basically live together.  I would have it no other way :)  He and a few others are the only constants in my life, my support system,  and if I lost any one of these people I would simply go insane.  Eric is for the day-to-day and the intimate times ;), Nic is there when I need to be girly and shop and talk about fashion, and Kevin, well Kevin is the person that once a week deals with my completely spastic side, I bitch, I laugh, and generally vent about life to him.  I love you babe!!!  Anyway, I am just kind of content with life right now, but that's probably because I have lots of money and am out of school.  But, who knows?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Congrats Meg!!! You beat me, but I won't be far behind :)</content>
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    <title>I fucking rock!!!</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T01:11:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T01:11:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My semester ended with a rather satisfying major's standing.  I passed, and yuo can't imagine how happy I am to say that.  And fucking Dr.Kroesche was on my side...DR.KROESCHE!!!!  Need I say more, that man just about hates me!!!</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-12-05T02:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-05T06:13:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-05T06:13:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK!!! I hate writing this paper a lot more the second time around.  FUCKING HANDEL!!!</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-12-04T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-05T02:57:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So I finished my fucking Kidger paper at about 3:45.  I didn't have to e-mail it until 5, I was golden. So I saved it, closed the window and went to send it to Kidger.  So I attach the file and am ready to send it out and decide to check one last time that it is the right file.  To my shock and dismay, it is an early version of my paper.  My finished paper was approximately 9 1/2 pages long, this draft is 4.  And nowhere on my computer is the lost file.  Eric looked for an hour and could find no record of that file.  I had an absolute breakdown and cried for about 2 hours.  I e-mailed Kidger and I have until 8am to completely re-write my paper.  I had 2 and 1/2 hours of sleep last night and will probably have no more then that tonight and then I haveto go to work and perform my solo from memory in studio tomorrow... fuck... Over 5 pages of work gone, all the main substance of my paper... I'm so fucking exhausted I can't see straight.</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-11-29T00:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-29T04:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-29T04:35:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So apparently I've perforated (that's not spelled right, I'm sure) my eardrum at some point and now I have a pretty painful ear infection in both of my ears.  It hurts like a bitch and is impairing my hearing in my left ear.  So the ear training test I have first thing in the morning tomorrow should be... fun...</content>
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    <title>Change is Good!</title>
    <published>2006-11-19T05:00:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-19T05:00:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stevie Wonder</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So this week I bought a car (which is MINE not my parents; I'm officially an adult with bills and everything!)  And today I got my hair chopped off!  It is really cute and I love it; this is why you always go to gay men when you want to look good, they're like fashion gods!  And they never lie to you about how you look.  Have I made it clear yet that my favorite men (besides Eric and my Kevin!) must be gay?  Anyway, I feel good, sometimes you get stuck in a bit of a rut and you need a good pick-me-up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I will always and forever HATE the OG!</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-11-04T01:18:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-04T05:18:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-04T05:18:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RHCP</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Red Hot Chili Peppers are AWESOME!!!!  That is one of the best concerts I have ever seen; minus Mars Volta opening.  They played what can only be described as a mass orgy of cacophony with no breaks or pause for about 45 minutes to a completely unresponsive audience.  They then announced that the next song was dedicated to all those who were sitting down and that all those motherfuckers should suck a dick.  Kinda ballsy move considering nobody was there to see them and, to put it lightly, they fucking sucked.  They have no musicality and no direction; masturbatory solos went on and on with no end in sight, reaping everyones ears bleed and making people flee from the stadium in droves just to get some repute from the horrible noise.  NEVER AGAIN MARS VOLTA!!!  I would rather have a choir of tone-deaf children screaming in my ear, you nearly talentless bastards.  I apologize to everyone who likes Mars Volta, I like their albums, I simply can't stand them live.  Anyway, that could not overshadow RHCP, who rock my world and make me want to have their children, to hope that I would create a life-form that could groove so well...</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-10-23T22:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T02:33:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-24T02:33:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jamiroquai- Cosmic girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sooo... I told Eric that I would get him a coat for his birthday, since the only one he has is a trench that is extra long for his height, and being 6'5" and in a huge black coat makes him a little intimidating (but we all know he's a teddy bear :P).  So does anyone know where would be a good place to look for a nice wool coat for tall people?  He's got really long arms and broad shoulders but he's really slim, so I can't go to a big and tall store, sonce only half of that applies to him... I'm perplexed... I have until December 9th, but I have the money now and I have to save up for his Christmas/ 2-year anniversary present on December 30th, cause I know that he's gonna get me something big this year (not a ring yet, not until this summer:)). Side note: He just called, he's so goddam sweet sometimes that I can't stand it!!! (In a good way)</content>
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    <title>WARNING: Frivolous Entry Ahead!</title>
    <published>2006-09-30T06:58:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-30T06:58:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm just 7 minutes from buying a pink suede Coach purse on Ebay, which I'm sure you all wanted to know.  I can imagine Eric's rueful smile and head-shaking when he wakes up and finds out what I've been doing while he's sleeping... especially since it's on his account... :)  He won't really care, I'm gonna pay him back anyway... in fact, I'm gonna slip the money in his wallet right now.  I'M A PURSE ADDICT!!!  Somebody needs to help me!  Though I don't yet own a Coach purse and this one is an amazingly good deal, much like my Kate Spade.  None of you really wanted to now this, but Nicole is asleep already and she's the only one besides Jono that understands... though, in my defense, both of them are FAR worse then me!</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-09-24T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T03:17:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T03:17:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am really bored and waiting for my sister to get on with popping this kid out, how hard can it be?  Just open your legs and push... I'm sorry, that was a little graphic.... Well, Stacie, Meg and everyone, you'll know why I'm not in class tomorrow if it comes to that, but we'll see.  Isabelle is gonna be sooo cute!</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-09-22T14:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-22T18:11:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-22T18:11:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eric running on the treadmill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Crazy, drama-filled letters from Taylor (Eric's ex-girlfriend from high school) and her mother are driving me insane!  Thank you Rob, for not being crazy! Grrrrr....</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-09-11T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T03:11:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T03:13:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jamiroquai- Cosmic girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why is it that people decide that they must eat at a restaraunt 5 minutes, or even 1 minute before that establishment is supposed to close?!?  What is wrong with people?  Do you actually think that it will take you 5 minutes to eat a whole meal?  These people are also, inevitably, the rudest customers you will ever have and they will NEVER, I repeat NEVER leave you any more then about 10%, if you're lucky.  These people drive me CRAZY!  They will always apoligize for coming in so late, and I am one of the few at my job that won't shy away from asking "then why did you come in?".  I don't rally feel that I'm being rude, and if I am it's on a far less scale then they are being, they should never put a place of business, and more importantly, a server and entire kitchen staff, at an inconveience because they decided that they had to have Italian food at fucking 10 on a Monday.  I am particularly aggitated because Eric should have been home around 10:30 but instead, he called to say, at 10:45, that his last table had JUST gotten their food, because they didn't want to be rushed!  If you come in 5 minutes before closing like theses people did, you would be lucky if I didn't force feed the food to you and kick your ass out the door!  The main poit of this is that people have no regard or consideration for others; they don't care that by coming in at 5 to close they are dooming all of about 20 people in the restarant to stay about an hour later then they normally would have to.  In short, this is my work rant to anyone who doesn't understand why all their servers hate them: Don't, for the love of God yell "Miss! Excuse me, Miss!" while I am talking to another table, or just in general, it's fucking rude, second, realize that if your food is taking too long 95% of the time, it's not my fault, I don't fucking make the food, third, don't ask for something I just told you I will get, for example, if I say "I will be right back with another Coke, don't stare at me blankly and then ask for another Coke as though talking to an idiot, I am an intelligent being, I understand that when your cup is empty, you prolly want something more to drink.  And finally, the issue that started this post, don't come into a restarant later then about 15 to close, and if you must, at least tip your server well.  This has been Kate's work rant, I applaude those of you who read the whole thing, I know it was a little overboard.  :)</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-06-21T02:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-21T06:34:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-21T06:34:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today Eric and I stopped by OU to visit a certain Stacy Lutz that we haven't seen in forever.  Made me sooo happy!  It's odd though, when I'm away from all the drama that seems to revolve around my friends from OU (much love Stac, not a dis) it makes me look at my life differently.  When asked the inevitable question of "so what have you guys been up to?"  Our response was simply; ya know, working, shopping, going out to dinner and chilling.  There was a time in my life that I would have been mortifid by that answer being true, but it makes me so happy.  I love being devoid of conflict and drama, were most of my time is spent with a man that I know loves me and that everything that needs to be said has been said.  We are just waiting for all of our plans for a life together to be a little more feasible, saving our money like good little citizens.  I've always wanted a life that most would find mundane; a quaint house, a loving husband, a fulfilling career, and someday kids.  I love the summer because everyday feels like I'm working on achieving that future, and the best thing is, I know that all that is what Eric wants as well.  There are no unspoken assumptions, all our cards are out on the table and I love it!  And I get to help plan Nikky's wedding!  Maybe it's good practice for myself in a few years?  :)</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-06-02T23:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-03T03:47:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-03T03:47:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know; I've been away for a long time, you've all been waiting for me to come back and I know you've all cried everyday since I last posted :)  Well, the reason is that nothing really has been going on.  I work, I watch my nephew, and hang out with Eric and the fam.  The only thing that sucks is that I have a black eye right now due to an accidental elbowing by Eric when we woke up yesterday morning.  I was hoping it would help me to get some good tips tonight but, alas, the didning room was too dark for anyone to see it... well, tomorrow's another day and I will be working during the day, so we'll see.  It was rather funny though when my manager noticed and asked me what happened, she yelled at Eric from across the room and made him come over and said something about how she was worried about the situation... I just laughed... oh so richly.  I am so happy being out of school, life is much less complex and confusing, I love it!  and it doesn't hurt that Eric and I have been looking at engagement rings... not for any time too soon, but it does put me in a good mood.  Other then that not much is going on.  If anybody who I haven't seen in a while wants to see me can come and have me wait on them... as long as you leave a good tip :)</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-05-08T22:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-09T02:13:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-09T02:13:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just got back from my first follow shift at the OG; I can handle this shiz :)  And despite everyone's fears, Eric and I working together is not awkward at all, we don't even see each other that much, and we are adults; it's not like we're gonna make out in the freezer or something... though... maybe... nevermind :)  It's not bad at all; despite the fact that smallish girl+heavy fucking tray= a shoulder that hurts like hell.  But I'll get used to it; I can tough it out, I am woman hear me roar!!! (Or maybe not)  But all is well and I am soooo happy to be out of school!!!111</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-04-25T11:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-25T15:08:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">FINE MacGamut!!! YOU FUCKING WIN OKAY?!?  GOD DAMNIT MacGamut!!!  BURN IN FUCKING HELL!!!</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-04-22T21:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T02:23:43Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Some basketball game</lj:music>
    <content type="html">In Chicago with the fam; having a really good time.  I had my dad call me in sick to work today and then got a message from my boss saying he doesn't need me to come in tomorrow.  I think that's his pansy-ass way of telling me that he knows I'm not sick.  Well, fuck him... what's he gonna do?... fire me?!?  Already quit asshole!!!  So I'll be back in town sometime tomorrow... and besides the fact that I'll get to see my babeh again (I miss you sooo much!) that really sucks, I love it here!!!  But I love you all too much to leave you!  So I'll be back... unfortunately... you loveable assholes ;)</content>
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    <title>kati_bear @ 2006-04-11T16:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T20:41:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So, I just had an unexpected, yet pleasant surprise.  I went in for an interview at the OG, I sat down with the General Manager and she started asking me about school, availibility, and when I would be able to start.  Then she says, "okay, well, orientation is this Saturday at 9am can yuo be there?"  I said yeah and she told me to fill out a personality test and that she would see me Saturday... I got hired with really no interview, questions about prior experience or anything.  And they usually do 2 interviews before they consider hiring you; I guess I'm just that cute :)  So now Eric and I will be working together, it should be... interesting...?</content>
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    <title>My Poor Marty</title>
    <published>2006-04-09T02:14:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My kitty, Marty (Rob named him, not me), got hit by a car... my dad found him on the side of the road.  That's really depressing; I've been taking care of that kitty since the day he was born.  And what really pisses me off is that he wasn't really an outside cat, he only went outside during the day for a few hours, which means that someone hit my cat in broad daylight.  Fucking asshole.  I spent almost half the day yesterday crying... and then I stopped... and then I made the mental comparison between my kitty and the end of Brokeback Mountain, the most depressing movie ever made, and then I started crying even harder.  And now my mom says I can't have a new kitten; well... I'll show her.</content>
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