<?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-12349799</id><updated>2011-07-12T22:21:49.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>katie's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-116951504873652265</id><published>2007-01-22T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:17:28.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so theres this boy...</title><content type='html'>and i don't know why on earth i like him so much, i just do.  He's not like any of the guys that i'v gone for before, he's younger, umm, he actually likes me back, he almost kissed me, and all his friends know about me, i want to be with him, but yet i cant.  His parents would never approve, because they are supper LDS, and i don't know, i don't even want a boyfriend, but would it be the worst thing in the world to have one?  and  because of all the other stuff thats going on right now, i think it would make it totally wired, and like were telling everyone that we're lovers, and it started out as just a joke, but i don't know where it's going to go form here, why do i have to like him so much, i think i might have found my good guy, so why can't i just take him, haha, I'm so stupid when it comes to matters of the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-116951504873652265?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/116951504873652265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=116951504873652265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/116951504873652265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/116951504873652265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-theres-this-boy.html' title='so theres this boy...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-114592968790314353</id><published>2006-04-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:48:07.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so i dont even think that anyone will read this, but i'm writing anyways.  I have a lot of stuff on my mind, even tho it is jsut dumb teenage girl stuff, it's still here, eating away at me.  So my school just had it's prom, and i didnt get asked of cours, every one is saying "dont worrie about it, it's jsut your sophmore year", but still, it thought that it would have been fun to go, so i was sorta bumed about that.  But i'm really excited becuse i'm going to anthore schools prom, but the resion that i like it most is becuse i get to rub it in all the guy's faces, the ones that dident even ask me to my own prom, they get all sad.  Some people think that that may jsut be evil, but you know, i was getting upset when guys found out that i dident get asked, they just said "oh, well, i figured that someone else would ask you" i was like what the freak ever! you did not think that, jsut be a man and say so, you know. Ok so then for awile i really liked this one kid, and he liked me back, so he would always play with my feet in that class, but then the other day this kid bascially delcared is umdieing love for me, and now all they do is jsut compete for me, and i'm not that even good of a prize, besides once one of them got me, i dont think that he would even whant me, becuse the only resion that they are both going after me is becuse the other one whants me.  but they always have to out do eachother, and i get so sick of it. i'm so sick of it that i dont even like Rayn  anymore, but like he was trying it grab my hand one day, and the other one totally tried to out do him, and disrtact me, i dont whant thise guys to like me, it was better when we were all jstu friends, why cant they see this, but anyways i was already getting fed up with Ryan, becuse he knew that i liked him, and he was jsut stringing my hreat along, and i hate it when people play with my hreat, this is why i never whant a boy friend, i dont have one, and i already have so many guy porblems, it's not fair, since when am i the girl they all like, i dont whant to be that girl, becuse if i do what mackes me happy, then i will hurt someone else, and then i wont be happy anymore, but sometimes it is ok to play with guys minds, like when i tell them that i', going to Tucans prom, i'm laughing in side, becuse now they know how i felt! haha i am not that evil, but the fact that they cant confess that they should have asked, insead of acting like it was someone else fault for not takeing me, oh i hate it, i dont whant thise porblems, i'm only 15 i dont whant a boyfriend, so why do i stress so much over this, i'm not getting any sleep, cuse i lay awake trying to figure out what to do! but hey is you are still reading this, then a congratrs is in oder, becuse if i was someone else reading this, i would have said screw this a long time ago, haha&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-114592968790314353?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/114592968790314353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=114592968790314353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/114592968790314353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/114592968790314353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-so-i-dont-even-think-that-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-113200984654101024</id><published>2005-11-14T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:10:46.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;This weekend was so much fun!!! i was haning out with the Montgomery's for almost the hole weekend, i had so much fun.  I just like being with them, we wachted movies, i spent the night, we wnet to St, Gorge, it was just a blast.  Thnaks you guys, its weekends like this that makes me just happy to be here.  Jill, and Jared, i love haning out will you both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-113200984654101024?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/113200984654101024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=113200984654101024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/113200984654101024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/113200984654101024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-weekend_14.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-113150634680559469</id><published>2005-11-08T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:19:06.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I really feel</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I was on here, I just feel like crap. I feel like I cant tell anyone how I feel, eventhough I know that there are tonz I could talk to. I am going crazy, I feel like a failure. I want someone to like me, I know that wont fix anything but I just wont to know that someone is thinking about me, I wont someone to think I am more then just the advirge girl, I want to turn atlest one head. I don't want a boyfriend, just someone that thinks about me like that. I want my parents to always be proud of me. I don't want my brothers to be embrised of me, I want to be truly happy, people think that I am, but that is just because I put on an act, I am not happy, but I don't know what I can do to fix it. People think that they know me, they tell that I am laying when I tell them something personal, so I just keep it to my self, sometimes I think bad thoughts, like what it would be like to not live anymore, I will never do anything about those thoughts, but I do have them. And if you read this and you are worried, don't be. And if you read this and you are not worried, and think that I am just dumb, then good for you, because I am just that girl nobody really knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-113150634680559469?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/113150634680559469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=113150634680559469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/113150634680559469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/113150634680559469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-i-really-feel.html' title='How I really feel'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-112689650499526883</id><published>2005-09-16T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:48:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so i know that this might sound corney, but whatever.  Do you ever like someone so much that whenever you see them you can feel your self blush, or you just want to run up and hug them, but you just cant?  Becuse you know that they dont like you that way.  And you know this becuse he flirts with this one gril right in front of your face, but he will tease you becuse sometimes he acts like he likes you, but you know that he really dosent.  And it dosent help that the girl he is frilting with is a girl that you dont really like, but you talk to her so that you can be close to him.  And this girl is the type to brake pepole up just so she can have it her way, and you are pretty shure that the only resion she is frlitring with this guy is becuse she knows you like him.  But she can get any guy that she wants becuse she is prety and has every thing that a guy would want in a girl.  And when she is not their he will talk to you, but when she comes she will just still him away.  And even though you like him so much, you know that you can never have him, becuse she has marked her teritroy! Well i really know that feeling!  But hey, more guys will come my way, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                 -Kaite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-112689650499526883?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/112689650499526883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=112689650499526883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/112689650499526883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/112689650499526883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-so-i-know-that-this-might-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-112067272817899946</id><published>2005-07-06T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:58:48.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you ever just feel confused, I do all the time. I don't even know what I am confused about! Because nothing ever happens to me. I have I good life, but their are a few things that I would Chang right now, like everything that is going on with my grandpa, but I just want it all to go away. And I am always feeling pain, but I don't know why because I live a simple life. And I am sorry about all of my complying, I do it all the time. -Ka&lt;/span&gt;tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-112067272817899946?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/112067272817899946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=112067272817899946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/112067272817899946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/112067272817899946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/07/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111937386975651112</id><published>2005-06-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T10:11:09.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My B-day!</title><content type='html'>It's finally my birthday today, but I don't feel any older. But I really wish that this had been my 16 birthday, because then I could acutally work, because I cant run some of the things at DQ, but when I turn 16 then I can run everything! But I am happy that I am 15!&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111937386975651112?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111937386975651112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111937386975651112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111937386975651112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111937386975651112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-b-day.html' title='My B-day!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111896444374368494</id><published>2005-06-16T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:27:23.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Well since I got my job, I really have no life. I mean before I got I job I did not really have a life, but now I cant do anything. But that is just the price I have to pay. Because now I make money! But I like having a job. So I just need to keep this all to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;-Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111896444374368494?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111896444374368494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111896444374368494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111896444374368494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111896444374368494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-life.html' title='No life!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111708059183768847</id><published>2005-05-25T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:09:51.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>I am so way excited that their is no more school!!!! I was so sick of school that I thought that I might go crazy, but now I am out. I hate school sometimes, but now we are out for the summer!! So now I get to just sleep in and have fun, without worrying about school, and grades, and teachers, and all the stress that comes with school! Well i have to go, bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111708059183768847?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111708059183768847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111708059183768847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111708059183768847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111708059183768847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-more-school.html' title='NO MORE SCHOOL'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111533112318553648</id><published>2005-05-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T15:12:03.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you ever just need to cry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111533112318553648?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111533112318553648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111533112318553648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111533112318553648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111533112318553648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-you-ever-just-need-to-cry.html' title='do you ever just need to cry?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111480973594827277</id><published>2005-04-29T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:22:15.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;yeah, so school frekin sucks. I hate it, school is the worst thing. The reason that most people hate school is because of the people there, I am not one of those people. I hate school because of the work and the test and the homework, and all the stress that comes with it. Because now I have this huge frekin zit because of all of this stress form school. I wish that I could just quite school, all together. But I am not going to quite because my paritnes would never let me do it, of coarse. But if I did have me choice, I would quite school. Because school is just the most awful thing. I HATE SCHOOL. But I have to deal with it, so I need to just stop complaining. But whatever, I live with it so yeah. Good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111480973594827277?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111480973594827277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111480973594827277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111480973594827277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111480973594827277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/04/school-sucks.html' title='School sucks'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111472312854827568</id><published>2005-04-28T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T14:18:48.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think that I have found the instrument for me. I love the alto sax, it is so much fun. Yesterday I had lesson's with Jill, I had so much fun! Jill is the most awesome person ever. I am just so way exacted that she is giveing me lessons. But I like the sax a whole way lot, it is so much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111472312854827568?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111472312854827568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111472312854827568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111472312854827568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111472312854827568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/04/sax.html' title='SAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111447276537150561</id><published>2005-04-25T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T16:46:05.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first vent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well on channel one today, they were talking about cennroisng movies. I think that it is wrong. Like they where talking about this one company that is based out of Utah, and they would take Hole sines out of movies. If people have a problem with the movie then they should just not whach it with there families, I know that I a lot of people around hear, and other places like it, but I don't. They are ruining others people works of art. It is wrong to censor , they just should not do it. That is what I think. But I might have a different oippan of people.&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/12349799-111447276537150561?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111447276537150561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111447276537150561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111447276537150561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111447276537150561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-vent.html' title='My first vent'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111446659425273990</id><published>2005-04-25T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T16:06:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;I hate Mondays, they are the worst day of the week. Mondays are just go bad for me, usually when I come home I want to cry. And for no certain reason, ether. On some Mondays I am ok, but on most I am not. And on Mondays nobody can do anything either, because they all have homework. MONDAYS JUST SUCK, I hate them. It seems that if something bad happens to you during the week, it is always on a Monday. And even if nothing bad happens to you on Mondays, they still suck. Sometimes Mondays can ruin your hole week. I wish that Mondays would just go away. And if you are still reading this god bless you, because I have written every thing I feel about Mondays, this is porbily the most boring post that you have ever read, but that is ok, because it is me we are talking about. I am probably the most boring person you will ever meet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well have a very super super day every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111446659425273990?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111446659425273990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111446659425273990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111446659425273990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111446659425273990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/04/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111422332143628511</id><published>2005-04-22T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:28:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;What have I lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I have no idea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I have not lost anything I know of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;but I have lost something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;maybe it was a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;maybe it was a boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know what I have lost but it is not hear any more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;maybe it was a part of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;but who ever really knows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I have lost something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;and I need it to came back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111422332143628511?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111422332143628511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111422332143628511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111422332143628511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111422332143628511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-have-i-lost.html' title='What have I lost'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111420627015576391</id><published>2005-04-22T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:44:30.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belonging somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Do you ever feel like you don't belong where you are. I am not talking about live in a different place or time, but I am talking about don't you wish that you could hang with a new group of friends, or do you ever think that you should be in a different family. Yes, I love my family and friends, but I just wish that I could be truly happy, and I am happy, but not truly happy. And I wish that I could make my self really happy, but I don't know what is missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I wish that I was in my high schools band or choir, because they seem to always be happy and have a place to go, they seem like one big happy family. I want to be a part of something like that, some place where I truly belong. I love my friends but sometimes I think that they get annoyed with me, every one gets annoyed with me. And I bet that sometimes they just want me to go away but they wont ever say any thing because they don't want to be rude. And I feel that if I ask them if it is true, I wont be able to make sense, and then they will just think that I am a freak. So the point is that I just want to belong some where, and be happy with where I am at in my life.   Katie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111420627015576391?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111420627015576391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111420627015576391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111420627015576391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111420627015576391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/04/belonging-somewhere.html' title='Belonging somewhere'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111419308264276463</id><published>2005-04-22T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:04:42.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liking a persoin</title><content type='html'>Dont you hate it when you like a persion, but you cant let them know taht you lke them?  becuse that just mingt ruin avery thing.  Well i do,  that is how i feel right now.   And if i let him know that i liked him he would treat me wreid, or not want to be my freand any more.  And its not like i have known this guy forever, we have just started to become freands this year. Befroe we never used to talk to each other and know we do all of the time.  I thnk that i might begoing crazy, i think that i might be the olny one that feels this way.but i dont know why i dont just tell him in stead of tourching my selfe ever time that i am around him, becuse it is not like he will like me back.  Becuse i bet to him wee are just freands.  thanks for listing or reading, any one who has finihed this all the way to the end, thnks.  ttyl,  Kaite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111419308264276463?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111419308264276463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111419308264276463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111419308264276463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111419308264276463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/04/liking-persoin.html' title='liking a persoin'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12349799.post-111415259092524019</id><published>2005-04-21T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T23:49:50.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my frist blog</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, or girls, this is my frist blog ever. i dont know what to write about, so i will just wirte about what i am doing write now.   It is 12:47 pm or am i dont know but it is very late.  so i will write more later, maybe tomaro or somthing, becuse i am very very tired so i think i will go to bed know ttyl.  bye-bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12349799-111415259092524019?l=katiebusch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/feeds/111415259092524019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12349799&amp;postID=111415259092524019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111415259092524019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12349799/posts/default/111415259092524019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiebusch.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-frist-blog.html' title='my frist blog'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15204525487758842515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
