<?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-7094246841097978922</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:51:04.791-07:00</updated><category term='girl'/><category term='army'/><category term='basic'/><category term='MEPS'/><category term='ARMS'/><title type='text'>It's off the to Army I go!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my journey to joining the U.S Army and everything that comes with it. I want to share everything I go through with anyone who may need advice and I hope to be able to keep a journal in BCT so I can share those experiences as well.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-717003314092148694</id><published>2009-03-06T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:48:02.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a slight problem</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick update as I am more than freaking out right now...&lt;div&gt;I was told yesterday that I may not get my interview from the colonel at all. I have a plan B but it isn't nescesarily going to work... I don't want to reveal too much because I want to be in the Army more than anything... so I am praying and I'm asking anyone who reads this to pray for me as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let you know the final decision later on when my recruiter calls me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094246841097978922-717003314092148694?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/717003314092148694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/03/slight-problem.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/717003314092148694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/717003314092148694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/03/slight-problem.html' title='a slight problem'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-3766094134295308384</id><published>2009-02-26T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:59:01.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So I think things are back on the right track. I talked to my recruiter today and she said that my packet is on the Colonel's desk! Yay! Which means that when he's back in the office on Tuesday I should be getting my interview! I am completely elated by this fact and I know it took a bit of a harsh method to get to this point but I am happy to finally possibly be within reach of my interview and the beginning of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;To celebrate I am cooking my family a nice dinner of grilled chicken and rice and I'm putting a plate aside for my mom so she can have a nice dinner when she gets home. She's been getting home around 7:30/8 lately and going to bed at 9 so I think the more I can do to help the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;My sister on the other hand... she has decided she hates me. I can accept the fact that she might be upset that I have been up here for longer than expected. I told her very clearly last night that I am not buying into her petty games anymore. I don't have the want or need for strife in my family and she is 18 now and legally an adult. I am not her maid and I told her that as well. I haven't talked to her in a couple of days. I know that time heals all wounds though so I'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today has been a complete success :] In about an hour I'll start dinner and I think that everything will work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Also I have gotten my mile time down even more and my weight is going down more every day :]&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/7094246841097978922-3766094134295308384?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/3766094134295308384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-news_26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3766094134295308384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3766094134295308384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-news_26.html' title='good news :]'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-6059591707551867605</id><published>2009-02-24T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:06:57.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting part 12.349254</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So, today has been anything but good. I woke up and my mom went off on me about the fact that I am still waiting for my interview. That was fine. I needed the push I guess because I went to drastic measures and I called the Navy recruiter today to see about whether they could ship me out any sooner than the Army knowing full well that this will get back to my recruiter who was not pleased at all. I had to explain to her about the fact that I have heard nothing but "next week" for over 2 months and that I can't wait anymore. My dad lost his job and I am seriously a financial burden right now. So I told my recruiter all of that and she said she would call up there to get my interview moved up but I don't plan on just accepting that and moving on. I have an interview set for 10 AM on Friday at the Navy offices and if I don't have a definite time for my interview or complete the interview before then I'm going to take the meeting. This has turned into an absolute nightmare and all of my friends are telling me that I shouldn't even do the military but now it's really what I want and I'm not willing to take no for an answer. I am thinking about getting the Colonel's name so I can call him myself and ask him for my interview and explain my personal circumstances. I understand I am 1 in 600 people who need an interview but I think that I would be an easy one. I am not willing to take "next week" as an answer anymore and I think my stubborn attitude and extremely careful tact will see me through this. If not then I have a very nice Petty Officer waiting to meet me. He seemed to think that everything would be expedited much quicker through the Navy. I have lost so much weight and 10% body fat. I did not come this far to be pushed aside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Also just a little bit ago a debt collector called about me. They said that I had not made any contact about paying a debt and the man who I talked to was extremely rude when I explained that I was going into the service and that as soon as I have the means I will begin paying my debt. Some people just are not meant to work where they have to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So right now I am very determined to get things going. I am inspired and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get into the military and succeed. That's basically all..&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/7094246841097978922-6059591707551867605?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/6059591707551867605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting-part-12349254.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/6059591707551867605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/6059591707551867605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting-part-12349254.html' title='waiting part 12.349254'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-5850358325024402370</id><published>2009-02-20T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:49:45.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>600</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So this is just a quick update on things. I called the Battalion Commander today and she said that she would personally call the colonel to make sure that my interview is one of the first. Turns out they have over 600 interviews to do and although I went to MEPS at the very beginning of December there are people who went to MEPS even longer ago than myself. I am okay with the waiting. I did something weird to hurt my right wrist but I've been wrapping it and icing it so it should be better soon. Until it's better though I can't do push-ups which is pretty sad but I will get through it. My body fat is still falling so I am so far out of the woods as far as Army standards are concerned. For some reason my actual weight hasn't dropped that much but I suppose that will happen at basic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So all of my patience seems to be working out. I have finished three books in two days and I'm working on my third. Today I printed out the Harvard top 100 novels list and I realized I have read a lot of them and I am going to work on finishing up some more while I wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well that's all for now. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend :]&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/7094246841097978922-5850358325024402370?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/5850358325024402370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/600.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5850358325024402370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5850358325024402370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/600.html' title='600'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-2531557045777057576</id><published>2009-02-17T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:00:18.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where were you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So I haven't posted in a while. If you thought I had finally made it to basic then you may be disappointed to hear that I still haven't gotten my interview. Apparently my packet is sitting on the colonel's desk so as soon as he decides to read it and call me I'll be heading out. At this point I'm kind of thinking about the fact that if I had stuck with the Air Force I probably would already be in but I am really proud of the fact that I have stuck with the Army although things have not been going in my favor lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So how have I been passing my time? I have been focusing on my faith. I have been reading books and meditating and praying. Through this I have attained a peace within and I feel that everything will go exactly as it's supposed to. This is the most comforting thing I could ask for. Also thanks to my new found inner peace I have been able to help 2 friends in very different situations but who both needed guidance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Faith has always been a hard thing for me to deal with. I don't enjoy discussing it, not because I might be ridiculed but because it is the most private part of me and I feel that it should stay that way. I have opened up completely to my friend Nick and because of that we have started connecting on a deeper level. We are both Catholic and Conservative so a lot of my beliefs overlap with his but the differences are enough to keep us talking for hours. I have never before found it so comfortable to discuss my personal relationship with God and I wonder if that was the final obstacle that I had to pass before I could move on with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have matured more than I thought possible. While my friends spend their days gossiping and stabbing each other in the back I pray to leave so I might help the country and find my place in this world. All I've ever wanted to be is a success and I feel that if I try as hard as I can I will succeed in anything I try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I stopped exercising for about a week now. I don't know why but I found that my spiritual fitness was more important. I think I'll run tomorrow to make sure my legs still work though :lol: I have continued to lose weight and body fat and I am finding it more easy to love myself now that I am finally having things shape up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;My recruiter called today to let me know that she expects the interview to be this week. I certainly hope so as I feel that I have overstayed my welcome here. Although, things have been going well between my parents and myself, I feel that is only because I gave them my tax refund check which was for almost 1000 dollars. It's the least I can do though. I go to work with my mom some days so she doesn't have to work so hard and I know she won't yell at me as long as I am helpful and quiet. Today I cleaned the whole house again and changed out everyone's bed sheets. I feel the best when I can help others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The only qualm I have with anything is the fact that my younger sister who is going to be 18 on Friday does nothing around the house. I even clean her room and put her clothes away. I think she has a sense of entitlement because she has a job but when I started working the day of my 16th birthday instead of having a party I'm no inclined to feel sorry for her. I worked every single day during my junior and senior year and maintained a 5.97 GPA where there is a possibility of her failing. I don't like to compare myself to her but it's hard when I'm picking up her slack every day and I have to carefully put away her clothes and she'll yell at me if I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Okay rant over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have a song of the day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's the new The Fray song, "You Found Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlKNq1hm1C8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/RlKNq1hm1C8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7094246841097978922-2531557045777057576?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/2531557045777057576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-were-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/2531557045777057576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/2531557045777057576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-were-you.html' title='where were you?'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-573873188275940398</id><published>2009-02-09T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:06:07.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a couple of days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So I just talked to my recruiter and it turns out I won't be getting my interview for another couple of days. So it looks like I'll be going to MEPS next Monday and I am going to try my hardest to leave from there. Things are not going so well for my family financially now so I hope that I can get in sooner than later because once I'm earning money I will be sending a few hundred home every month. I mean I have my own debts that need to be handled but I can do that and help out my family so I don't see why I shouldn't help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I started a detox program today so I don't get sick when I leave, especially if I happen to get sent to Ft. Leonardwood instead of Ft. Jackson. The detox program is pretty intense though, you drink lemon water all day and you don't eat anything. It's supposed to last one week but I'm going to do it for as long as I can which I honestly think will be less than that. Either way it works for me. I just hope that I can stick with it with my sister bringing home all kinds of McDonalds food haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have been talking to my best friend about leaving a lot more lately. Im really nervous about it but a good nervous like I used to be before a performance. I know this is what I need in my life and I am willing to wait a few more days :]&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/7094246841097978922-573873188275940398?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/573873188275940398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/couple-of-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/573873188275940398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/573873188275940398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/couple-of-days.html' title='a couple of days'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-8983016386201511662</id><published>2009-02-06T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:28:32.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So finally I have everything completed aside from this interview which was promised to happen on Monday. So from what I can gather I'll have my interview on Monday and then go to MEPS Wednesday and come home Thursday night and hopefully leave the following Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I hope that this is really it. I have been praying for this to happen for such a long time and I think finally I am prepared. I have been focusing on the exercises I'll be doing in Basic and I know that I will be able to run my mile easily and also do those 3 push ups without any problems. Sit ups still hurt once I get past 15 but it's nothing that a weekend of maxing out my muscles can't cure :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am so happy about this. It has been a long journey to this point and I know that I am doing this for the right reasons and that everything will work out. I think I've explained this before but I have been doing housework around here in exchange for my room and board. I have just scrubbed the house top to bottom and I am very pleased with the results, I can only hope that my mother notices it. She hasn't been feeling well lately and she had to work tonight so I thought it would be nice for her to come home to a nice clean house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I also haven't cried in a while. I have had plenty of reasons to, however I have been trying my hardest to hold back tears when I'm upset. I don't want to look like I'm weak and I know that as soon as a big scary man starts yelling at me I'll break down so fast but for now I feel like I stand a semi-chance ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Okay well that's about it. I'll have a lot more details Monday so until then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&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/7094246841097978922-8983016386201511662?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/8983016386201511662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8983016386201511662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8983016386201511662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-8159330872465283259</id><published>2009-02-05T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:36:50.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So I have been doing a lot of things lately that have prevented me from posting but I finally have good news. Turns out I just needed one more recommendation. I have been in contact with my high school guidance counselor who has been so nice even though I have to email her 5 times before I remember to attach the forms she needs to use for the recommendation ha. My recruiter told me that as soon as I have this recommendation they'll do my interview and then I can go to MEPS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am excited because that means I'll be leaving soon. I am also getting more into the scared part of leaving. I know I'll miss my family but I've been away from them before. I am so scared of not being able to keep up physically and having to go to the camp for people who can't pass the initial fitness test. I think I'm most scared that I will not be able to pass that test that it's freezing me up. I mean I know I can do 3 push ups and 17 situps easily. Although I know that my usual mile time is about 6 minutes 20 seconds I am terrified that I wont run fast enough to complete my mile in 10:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I think all of my worries are just poking up their ugly heads. I can't even eat because I'm in anxiety mode and I know that sounds really bad seeing as I will be helping save soldiers lives up at the front lines but I am calm in cool in situations that I know some about. Everything I've read about basic training was written after the fact and I know that everyone I've talked to said they had a blast at basic training looking back on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am taking deep breaths and I am getting pumped and I think I'll start running one mile twice daily to get my time as low as I can. Channeling my worried energy into positive :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'll keep this more updated now.&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/7094246841097978922-8159330872465283259?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/8159330872465283259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8159330872465283259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8159330872465283259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-news.html' title='good news'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-2043339369161636479</id><published>2009-02-02T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:39:46.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="width: 100%; font-size: x-small; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay so on facebook and myspace they have a 25 things game where you tell 25 things that no one knows about you... i figured i'd share this one with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Random Things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I fell of my bike in 8th grade and gouged out most of the skin a tissue on my elbow. There's still a scar there and an old man with a dog named Oreo had to walk me up to my house because I thought that I had just scraped it. In reality it was so deep and wide I couldn't have stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was younger I wanted to be a Marine Biologist. I mean from when I was able to say Marine Biologist until I moved to North Carolina in 5th grade. I obsessed about it and studied up on so many different sea creatures and the only camp I ever wanted to go to was Sea Camp but it was too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In my middle school we didn't have the wheel. You chose your instrument before you began band and if you didn't like it too bad. I chose clarinet because all of my friends who I played softball with were going to play the clarinet. That is the worst reason for one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am over-analytical and I don't really live in the here and now. I've heard this makes for a great doctor but it makes for a very strained relationship with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Up until my junior year of high school I let other people decide what I should be like. I always modeled myself after my friends because I never knew how to act. The reason why I stopped is because I had lost sight of who I wanted to be and then I tried to be who I thought I was at that point. I'm 19 now and I still have no clue who I really am but I'm finally enjoying the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Softball got me through some really hard times. I moved a lot growing up and the only way I could make friends was through sports. I was always the smartest kid in my classes until middle school and the teachers would single me out. Turns out no one really likes to be compared to one of their peers and aren't very friendly to said peer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I was really little I remember I would hit in the clothes racks at stores and hope that my mom would worry about me. This probably was because I was jealous of my little sister. That's the only time I've been jealous of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I was essentially homeless for 2 months this past summer. It taught me a lot about the kindness of others and made me realize how hopelessly fucked up my life was. My parents thought the best change for me would me to go into the military, it makes sense because I loved the militaristic attitude of marching band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I cling to the friends I have now because the friends I made in college are all gone. I mean every last one of them. The friends I have left were my close friends in high school who I didn't alienate when I went off to college and some who I did. I wouldn't trade the few good friends I have for the multitudes of "cool" friends I had during my freshman year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am artsy fartsy. People don't know this because I'm not very talented when it comes to visual expression. I love to sketch and paint and blend oil pastels. I also love to dance although I would never dream of taking classes because I feel like I'd be starting too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The most rewarding thing I have ever done with my life was to be the drum major of my high school band my junior year. That was one of the hardest years of my life and I missed my AP Chemistry test that year because my mom sent me away for psychiatric evaluation (bet you didn't know that one) and the only time I felt truly happy was conducting the band at FBA and knowing that for approximately 7 minutes of my life I could let go. I know a lot of people disliked me and my leadership but I also know that there was no animosity that night, only happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I used to keep secrets because I'm afraid, no, I know people will judge me. Truth be told it has taken me a lot to become the semi-well adjusted person I am now. I refuse to keep secrets now because I feel that if I'm open and honest with people then they will return those sentiments. I am not naive enough, however, to believe that it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am amazing at rock band. In fact I am amazing at anything that requires competition. This is because I have the competitive drive of a champion. I was raised thinking that the only way my parents would be happy with me is if I made good grades and did well in whatever I tried. Because of this I play many instruments proficiently, am a talented athlete, and read the New York TImes every morning to keep up with the world. I did not join the academic team because I didn't want to spend every day studying to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am terrified of water at night. I get physically ill if faced with it. This is because when I was younger I fell into a pool of tepid water and went under and at that age the fear of something is really instilled in you. I will go to the beach at night but I don't walk too close to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I am a very anxious person and paranoid to boot. I bit my nails down to the quick and I need to stop that because not only is it unsightly it is unsanitary. Every time I try to stop though I end up restarting all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't think I'll ever be thin enough to feel okay about my body. When I was about 10 my mom started commenting about my weight. She still hasn't stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I have more love than I know what to do with and I plunge headfirst into any relationship I start. If I make a new friend I feel the need to make them a best friend, if I start dating someone I am so adoring it's annoying. I need to focus this love on myself but that's the hardest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I made the Alabama All State Orchestra my freshman year. It's because when I play the clarinet solo at the end of A Night on Bald Mountain I cry. They video tape auditions instead of just using audio tape and I had someone at all state come up to me and ask why I cried when I played the solo. I can't say that I know why at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I was once an atheistic intellectual until I realized that intellect and denying a deity don't have to go hand in hand. I don't want to feel alone and with my religion I never am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I think constantly. It's a problem. My thoughts are so jumpy and rarely do I make segues that make sense to anyone but me. Luckily, I met Rebecca Smith my sophomore year and befriended her junior year. She can keep up with my thoughts and political prattle and we used to make jokes about things that no one else around us had even heard about. I treasure our candid conversations because they could make any think tank jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I don't know why but anytime I want something to happen I bargain with everything for it. It's hard to explain but I'll think. If this happens then everything will be okay. Last night it was for the Cardinals to get a safety so I'd get my interview this week. It doesn't always work but it calms me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sports are one of the few ways I can connect with my dad. I love my dad so much that I would do anything to be able to talk to him for more than a minute. This is a big reason why I started playing sports at such a young age and also the reason why I started watching ESPN all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.I love my mom. I hate the relationship we have. I have disappointed her and lied to her so many times and I know eventually I'll make it up to her. I just hope it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am not afraid of being deployed. I actually look forward to it. I know that it is an unavoidable experience that many will never experience and I relish things like that. I am nervous about all of the carnage that I will inevitably see but I also know that the bonds I form with my comrades will be the closest bond I will ever make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. This is the most open I've been on something that can be read by people who don't know me all too well. At the end of it I feel better than I have in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;On the Army front: I called my recruiter and she was out to lunch so I should get a call back within the hour. I'm praying so hard and focusing my nervous energy on cleaning my sister's room which for an 11 year olds is suprisingly gross haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094246841097978922-2043339369161636479?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/2043339369161636479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/2043339369161636479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/2043339369161636479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/02/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-3373013158852253500</id><published>2009-01-30T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:45:44.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good things come to those who wait :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So I haven't posted in a few days because in all honesty there's been no change in anything. I haven't gotten my call or anything but I'm posting this because I just want to update as often as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've been in a really good mood lately. I'm always on the lookout for new bands that I like because music is something that I believe should be an important part in everyone's lives. On myspace I have a reputation of being the girl to go to for music because when my friends get bored of  the music they listen to all the time I always find good bands that have a habit of making it big :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So I guess I'm a pretty good contact for new bands to have because in the past few days I've gotten a bunch of friends requests and messages from these new bands and I am just really excited about it. Although I'll be going into the Army soon (God willing) I am still excited about the opportunities to help out these bands before I leave. Back in Tampa I was really into the local scene and I helped spread the word about really good bands and always had my ipod ready to share my latest find and I had put that part of my life aside for a while but I figure since I have spare time I might as well put it to good use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The reason for my excitement this evening is the Van's Warped Tour.It's a 2 month long tour with tons of great bands and causes, to me it signifies summer and although I won't be finished with my training until the end of July I plan on spending the time I have on leave with my family and also going to at least three stops of the tour. I have friends who volunteer and subsequently get free tickets and vip passes and this year I plan on volunteering with Keep Abreast, which is a foundation that raises money and awareness for breast cancer. Although I don't have any close family members or friends who have been affected by breast cancer I still feel strongly about this cause and I am excited to have the opportunity to volunteer and share my time in order to help those who need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;While I'm on the topic I want to share another organization with you that really speaks to me. To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit organization that was started in order to help people with suicidal thoughts and general depression. Every year they have one day where you write the word love on your wrist to symbolize the millions of people who have taken their lives for various reasons including not having anyone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;http://www.twloha.com/  that is the link and they emphasize hope and reaching out to those who need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I guess this post isn't so much about the Army as it is about me and who I am deep down and what makes me tick :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Song of the day is below... this band is upbeat and kinda new... well they're brand new to me... but its all happy go lucky which is my mood... i wont stress anymore... my new friend john told me he knew my interview would happen this week so i'll accept whatever happens :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrqVhWKBsRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/LrqVhWKBsRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7094246841097978922-3373013158852253500?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/3373013158852253500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-things-come-to-those-who-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3373013158852253500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3373013158852253500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-things-come-to-those-who-wait.html' title='good things come to those who wait :]'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-4320265340318236134</id><published>2009-01-28T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:48:59.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day, another blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So I just realized that I never really explained what the interview I'm waiting for is all about. I've hinted but I guess I never came right out and said it. Everyone has things in their past that they regret, for me it was involvement with the police. I mean I'm not a felon or anything and the incident was when I was 16 so it's expunged (there's no open records for it) which has made it very hard to track down. I knew that I had this in my past but I also knew it was expunged which means you can't just go up to the courthouse and say, "hey, I need my record please" (I tried haha) So that's the interview I'm waiting for... well half of it. The other half is because my college records proved difficult to provide. I think it was the fact that most of the over 20 credits I have are from high school Advanced Placement classes and it's hard to get USF to send a transcript with my AP credits on there. The transcript I had just listed that I had 16 credits from high school and then showed the classes I took my freshman year of college. So yeah, all of that's been sorted out for a while. According to my recruiter the Colonel has been involved in battalion inspections for the past week and a half and today should be the last day but she didn't seem too hopeful that I'd get my interview done by the end of the week but I'm not going to stress about it. I'm just going to take it as it is and keep working on my 2 mile run time :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That's my military update. Now a great big welcome to all of you who have been directed here by AirmanMom :] I'm glad that so many people out there are interested in the lives of military (and future) military members :] It means a lot to me and I know whoever else you support through the blog world feels the same amount of gratitude. To answer Michelle's question; I'm going to be a  68W *combat medic* I want to be a doctor eventually so this is the trial run I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today just started so I don't have much to say. I'm going to go on a run and work out heavily today. My stomach has been killing me the past few days, it's been killing my appetite etc. so last night I woke up randomly and I realized it's all the work I've been doing to my abs. I always do a whole bunch of crunches and sit ups and whatnot and let me tell you, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; the burn for real! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Okay well that's all. If I hear anything of course I'll run to the computer and blog it out but I doubt it will happen today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today's song will be a bit of a change I guess it was a one hit wonder a while back *in the 60's I think* but it makes me happy. It's called Where do you go to my lovely by Peter Starstedt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_dduKiZb6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/g_dduKiZb6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7094246841097978922-4320265340318236134?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/4320265340318236134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-another-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/4320265340318236134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/4320265340318236134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-another-blog.html' title='another day, another blog'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-8969963203425232288</id><published>2009-01-27T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:03:14.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>without a doubt you're all i dream about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well yesterday didn't go quite how I expected it to. I didn't get a call from my recruiter and although things have quieted down on the home front I am still quite antsy to get out there. I haven't run in a couple of days because I pulled a muscle in my thigh so tonight I'm going on my first run this week. It should be interesting. I'm just going to run from my house to the beach and back which is roughly a mile and I'll time it to see how much 2 days can ruin a nice running time. I'm down to 28% body fat which is a loss of 8% from the time when I had to do my ARMS test almost 2 months ago. I've worked really hard on the body fat% but I haven't really lost weight. I can tell the difference though and I mean I feel a lot better physically so that's great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm going to call my recruiter around 1-ish today to check up and see what's going on with everything. I stopped praying to leave a few nights ago and I started praying for whatever needs to happen to happen. I just wanted to give up the worrying because it was taking a toll on me. I'm not prone to panic attacks but my anxiety had been mounting so I just gave up worrying. I don't have to worry about those things because everything will happen when it's meant to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm starting to see a pattern in my days. I work out I watch tv and I spend entirely too much time organizing my itunes. I think my first purchase after I get a chance to buy something will be a new ipod because it didn't make sense to bring mine with me and mine was only 4 gigs. I want a 120 gig one so I can put on movies and whatnot. I have a budget drawn up for when I come home on leave too already. My best friend is the type to plan everything out ahead of time even though we probably will just spend the time at the beach or hanging out at her house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've had a lot of people suggest that maybe the Army isn't for me and that's the reason why I haven't gotten my interview so I want to kind of explain why I'm joining... well re-explain what the military means to me and why I wouldn't do anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;To me the best job in the world is helping others. I think that anyone who would give up their lives to help others is a hero and everyone in the military knows that there is the possibility that one day they will be in a position where they could be killed yet I have yet to speak to a military member that would choose to avoid the danger if it meant making the people back home in the states safer. Sacrificing oneself for others is the least selfish thing that a person can manage to do. Now I know that other people are willing to put themselves in harms way and they too are heroes but there's something so grand and fantastic about the military that is so hard to describe. They are professional in the highest degree. There is a very clear cut understanding of your place in the military world and you know that there are always people there for you to go to with problems who care about you and know more than enough to help you get through times that you may otherwise fail yourself in. As a teenage girl I haven't the slightest clue of my place in this world. I know what I want to do someday and I know a couple of the steps to get there but the military is the most fulfilling way to spend my life, that much I am certain of. So although in the past I have been a whiney, selfish, little girl I know I will gain the strength I need from the Army and I know that although not everyone will appreciate the things that the military does that each and every individual in the United States and many around the world will benefit from what the military does and will sleep safely at night because of the bravest men and women in the world. Sorry if it sounds a bit preachy, but it is something I feel very strongly about and I think my friends will understand this much better once they're a little older. Maybe they'll never understand but I know for sure that I will take every moment of my military career and live it to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well I'll step down off my soap box now and go back to what I was doing. I'll post later if there's any good news fron the recruiter :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today's song is Vegas by All Time Low... simply because I've listened to it 7 times in a row and I'm still loving it :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/goucSsjP8Vs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/goucSsjP8Vs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7094246841097978922-8969963203425232288?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/8969963203425232288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/without-doubt-youre-all-i-dream-about.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8969963203425232288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8969963203425232288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/without-doubt-youre-all-i-dream-about.html' title='without a doubt you&apos;re all i dream about'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-6084076453585465914</id><published>2009-01-26T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:38:04.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: arial;"&gt;Today will be a good day. I've decided and although it's only 8:30, I know I can make it happen.. I think I'm going to stretch and work out for a while and just dedicate today to doing the little things that I need to do. I want to call a bunch of people who I haven't talked to in a while to catch up and make sure I have no loose ends left untied in the hopes that I'll get my interview today. I have laundry to do and I would like to brush up on some of my languages and of course dance. I love dancing so much lately and I danced in front of my younger sister yesterday and she laughed so hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;so those are the plans for today... hopefully I get all these things accomplished :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;more to come later&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/7094246841097978922-6084076453585465914?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/6084076453585465914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-continued.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/6084076453585465914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/6084076453585465914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-continued.html' title='to be continued'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-7279082486789094932</id><published>2009-01-25T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:34:08.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont be so hard on yourself :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;So my blog yesterday wasn't the happiest one I've had. I think I just got bogged down in my negativity and I have regrouped my thoughts and I think I can move back into the excitement of joining the Army. I was really relieved when I got the call from my recruiter and I'm really excited that I will be able to go in as an E-3 instead of an E-1 and I think that means that things are going exceptionally well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I really do hate that things keep getting pushed back but I do know that it will all happen in the time it's supposed to. I pray every night to be sent to basic when I'm ready so I suppose it's just not time yet. My best friend takes it as it's not meant to be but this really is the path I need to be on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;A lot of things have been going on in the nation recently and the major event that has everyone talking was the inauguration of Obama. I am a Republican through and through but I can appreciate the hope that one man instills in the nation albeit an irrational hope. I think that placing the responsibility of fixing so many things that are mixed up in our nation on one man's shoulder is too much for him to handle. However, Obama seems to be making these promises and going one better. I think that the Guantanamo Bay closing will be amazing for his record &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; he can do it in the time he promised. I think that setting such short timelines for major events is a result of thinking a bit too much of one's abilities. Yes, he has all the support one would ned to accomplish the tasks he's set ahead for himself, but I think if he had given himself a bit of leeway that he would have less of a chance of turning the American people against him. If he does not accomplish what he's promised then he will have to face letting down millions of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I usually reserve my political rants and raves for special occasions but I felt that I should share the very few of the issues I have with our new president right now. I posted a blog on my myspace with slightly more depth as to how I feel and what I feel can and cannot be reasonably accomplish in the time Obama has allotted. I know that my opinions definitely don't match up with many of my friends but I got a discussion started and honestly that's all I could ever ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I've been listening to bands that I've seen live before lately because I think that live music is one of the most amazing experiences you can have. I have performed in innumerable concerts in my life and I've always been an advocate for the arts but the bands I've been listening to are bands that are pop/punk in nature and I've found that one of the best exercises you can do is dance. Now, I'm the first one to admit that when I dance it looks like I'm in need of medical attention but I think it doesn't matter what you look like as long as you have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I've started talking to some old friends from high school again. I realize time and time again how much I have changed. It's astounding. I was so self involved yet meek when it came to speaking my mind. My selfishness drove away plenty of old friends and even my family at times but I think I've matured enough to lose some of my selfishness. When it comes to speaking my mind I've discovered that I shouldn't be scared anymore. I have always been a very opinionated girl and if I can change a few minds or open up some trains of thought that's all I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So this has turned into a rant. Heh. I'm good at that. I'm much happier today and I think I can pick a good song for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;This band is called The Audition and the song is called Don't Be So Hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;This band is AMAZING!!!! like I met their lead singer and guitarist because they did an acoustic set at warped tour n St. Pete Florida which is the one I went to. They sound just as good live as recorded and I've included two videos... obviously in the live one though they are crazy into it :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I love the Warped Tour and I plan on going to it no matter where I have to travel next summer :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCJwqYx1kqs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lCJwqYx1kqs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECORDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvPW23ttKRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvPW23ttKRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7094246841097978922-7279082486789094932?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/7279082486789094932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-my-blog-yesterday-wasnt-happiest-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7279082486789094932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7279082486789094932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-my-blog-yesterday-wasnt-happiest-one.html' title='dont be so hard on yourself :]'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-7413528539241783756</id><published>2009-01-24T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:59:25.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom much is given, much is tested</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So I haven't actually updated this in a while. That's because in all honesty nothing's happened. I was supposed to do my interview with the Colonel this past week but there was some idiotic reason behind pushing it back dealing with my MOS etc etc and now I'm stuck waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Meanwhile things have gotten a little worse at home. I just want to leave here now. Like my dad's work is closed for 2 weeks so that's 2 weeks that my family will have to play catch up with for a while after so the sooner I get into the military the sooner I can start sending home money to help out. I know I have issues with my family but at the same time I know there is no deeper bond than blood so I can't turn my back on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;My recruiter called me today to assure me that my interview would be next week. I hope this isn't just pushing it back and trying to get me not to ask questions anymore. As soon as I go back to MEPS I can leave and I want that more than anything. I'm still terrified  of basic and I want to believe that I can do it and at this point I don't have a choice, it's what I want simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't have too much to say otherwise, today has been a very taxing day and I need to rest I'm going to relax for a while.&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/7094246841097978922-7413528539241783756?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/7413528539241783756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-whom-much-is-given-much-is-tested.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7413528539241783756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7413528539241783756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-whom-much-is-given-much-is-tested.html' title='to whom much is given, much is tested'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-5346465143251549188</id><published>2009-01-19T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:51:56.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So today has been one of the most physically intense days of my life....  I have been working out for the past 4 hours and I wanted to push to muscle failure to see what "smoking" would be like... needless to say it's not gonna be a fun first week at basic ha... because today is a holiday in Army world I really have nothing to do..which is fine because I've occupied myself pretty well. I mean I've worked out, showered, done a TON of laundry... the usual :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also did something unusual today... I practiced my clarinet... back in the day I was an amazing musician that anyone could picture joining a major orchestra after college but I really had to put that aside because although music will always be my drug I am extremely analytical and my calculus teacher said it would be a shame to waste all of that talent and use only one talent of mine. I have been extremely blessed when it comes to intellect and music and I always thought I'd find a way to use them both but I couldn't me a music therapist and the thought of being an orthopedic surgeon is something I can close my ideas and picture and it just feels right. Anyway I practiced and it turns out I still have that natural talent and I love it! It was relaxing to get up and play for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The only thing I was mildly upset about today was the fact that I do a lot around the house... like I mean a TON. I have cleaned my younger sister's room countless times and I organized her closet and dresser and I put away her clothes and clean the bathroom everyday and clean up after everyone but I just don't feel like it makes a difference. I wonder a lot what my mom's going to do without me here because like I moved out and we got along better then I moved back and we fought so then I moved away except this time I didn't talk to her and I went through a long long period of not talking to her... over a month. I only talked to my dad who I'm sure relayed to my mom how I was doing. But after that when things at the place I was living at started going south I started talking to my mom and all she would talk about was the fact that my sisters were driving her crazy and I know that when I got here the bathroom was worse than a truck stop bathroom and my sister's room was disgusting and I don't want the place to go bad again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My younger sister is going to be joining the Army after she graduates and I sometimes wonder how she's going to be able to handle people screaming at her to do things and having to deal with being perfectly clean and orderly. I mean I have OCD like crazy when it comes to organizing and cleaning so I know that if they say I have to do something a certain way that I will do it that way or it will bug me. ::Sigh:: oh well it's no use worrying about things I won't have any control over. The way things are looking I'll probably be in the middle east before she even starts basic so it won't even matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So basically today has been good. I've been talking to my best friend a whole lot and she's excited for me to leave so I can come back and we can finally visit because I haven't seen her since we snuck her into Busch Gardens haha... that's a story for another time completely though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today instead of a song I'll leave you with a video of me at my last job... I worked on Rhino Rally at Busch Gardens... it's long and the jokes are corny but it was all kinds of fun :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdgG1BtrrJw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdgG1BtrrJw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps. AirmanMom, I didn't get the message :[ I don't know what happened but I checked my email and it wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 48px; white-space: pre;"&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/7094246841097978922-5346465143251549188?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/5346465143251549188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-today-has-been-one-of-most.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5346465143251549188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5346465143251549188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-today-has-been-one-of-most.html' title='work it out!'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-6836127040387487481</id><published>2009-01-18T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:07:45.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nothing if not thorough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So after getting all excited about my mom and I getting along finally we had a major blow up last night. Something happened along the lines of I talked to my mom about something that was going on physically with me and I assume she believed it meant I wouldn't be able to go into the Army and she got really upset and told me to tell my dad. And honestly it isn't that big of an issue but she didn't get it. So then my younger sister goes outside to my mom and starts crying because I am "ruining her life" because *and I haven't told anyone else this* but I think my mom is compensating for her mistakes with me by letting my sister have whatever she wants. It really upsets me how this kid can lie and go behind my mom's back on so many things and still be forgiven in the next breath when the stuff I endured when I was this kids age was ridiculous. I mean my mother had me sent in for psych evaluation so many times and every time they sent me home the next day saying I was completely normal and my only issue would be some anger with *guess who* my mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So anyway my sister goes to her crying about all this nonsense and about how she thinks that I'm lying about all the delays and how I'm just trying to stay here as long as I can. That's ridiculous. I moved out of my parents house as soon as I could and at a tremendous amount of debt to get away from this kind of stuff and now it's all coming back. However I have my own way of doing things and all that I have done around the house is clean up after everyone else and be polite and respectful but this time when my sister caught my mom I think she spoke some of my mom's own fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So last night after 11 pm I called my recruiter. She had said if things got worse to call and I honestly was just going to leave a message because I knew she would be asleep at that point but she woke up and answered. I was crying out of relief that at least one person was there for me when my own family was turning against me. I told her about how things had gotten worse and I didn't know what to do. And half asleep she tells me that she'll call the Captain to see about getting my interview pushed up because of home issues and said that she'll come pick me up and let me hang out in the recruiting office until I have to go to MEPS so I can get a break from being with my mom all day everyday.... which to a girl who is so upset and sick of being bored of everything is truly a blessing. So now it seems like I'll be able to leave next week after all no matter what. I think one day my mom will regret having this blow up with me right before I leave because I know now that once I go to MEPS I'm going to ask to ship right out after I get placed. I know basic is scary and not something that should be used as a get away but this has been my goal for so long now that I just need to see the end of this torture and the beginning of the life where I'll be living out my days I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Most 19 year old girls don't go into the Army thinking it will be a life long thing but I am. I know that this is the type of life I want. I was scared of losing my femininity at first but now I know that won't be a factor. I'll retain my own personality while absolutely relishing in Army standards. I love rules and organization so that is a dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Last night before I went to bed I prayed for peace and I prayed for my mother and everyone dear to me but lately I've added a few more things to my prayer list. Airmanmom, I pray for you and your continued happiness, I pray for the troops and I pray that the new president will be a capable leader for our troops..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;With that being said I have a new song :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Its the clarinet sonate by Camille Saint Saens and I played it my senior year and absolutely loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Sh3ZwDvxHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/9Sh3ZwDvxHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7094246841097978922-6836127040387487481?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/6836127040387487481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-nothing-if-not-thorough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/6836127040387487481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/6836127040387487481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-nothing-if-not-thorough.html' title='I&apos;m nothing if not thorough'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-494275451431406279</id><published>2009-01-17T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:27:37.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the daylight everywhere feels like home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I haven't really posted in a few days. Not because I've left and been to MEPS and am super duper happy... no. It's more like "the colonel is just too busy to do your interview." I understand it but it's just getting a bit old... especially after almost 5 months of trying to get into the service. But this is something that I really want and I'm not the type to give up easily. No, I think of this more as a way to get myself into that much better shape before I leave. I think I could defnitely be in much better shape but it's happening again... the dreaded loss of motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I think I should be fine if I keep listening to my recruiter. She has given me a 2 week window of me leaving for basic. Like actually leaving. Not just going back to enlist. My mom and I have been doing surprisingly well. I think it's because my younger sister is utterly disrespectful and I know I actually show respect and gratitude. I mean I'm not perfect but I don't yell at her to shut up or merely "put up" with her. I love my mom and I'm happy that we've been able to get along. I think with the whole 2 week think it may be finally setting in that we don't have much time left. I mean I think it will set in even more when I finish my interview and then again when I get back from MEPS. *she's said that I could come home for a couple of days as long as I have a departure date on a piece of paper haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've been doing toning exercises for my mid section lately to help with the body fat % and honestly I think that's working a lot. That mixed with running and whatnot have really helped me get to where I need to be because for some reason I can't lose actual numbers. I just seem to stay at one point. I know I'll lose weight at basic because when I'm stressed I have a hard time eating and I have a hard time thinking that there is any point when I wont be stressed at basic. That coupled with extreme physical training just sounds good to me. I have years of pent up anger that I need to get out so I can move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm just listening to music from the punk phase of my life... let's hope it was a phase at least haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I just love the music and the feeling you get from going to a jam packed basement *we don't have basements in Florida so maybe a living room* and you hear music so happy and genuine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The song of the day is Daylight by Matt and KIm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love this song because it just makes me happy and puts me in a good mood no matter what... The video is cute and the two people are just so happy anytime they play together :] I hope everyone has a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQOT1f2stmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/oQOT1f2stmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&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/7094246841097978922-494275451431406279?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/494275451431406279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-daylight-everywhere-feels-like-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/494275451431406279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/494275451431406279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-daylight-everywhere-feels-like-home.html' title='in the daylight everywhere feels like home'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-7470016304155840738</id><published>2009-01-12T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:34:35.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>these days aren't getting any less than amazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So today I learned that I can still be girly. I haven't tried to look cute in a while because I've been so focused on my goal of getting into the Army but for some reason tonight I wanted to be pretty. I wasn't doing anything special, I just had this need. I went to my sister's soccer game and when I got home I took pictures using photobooth on the macbook and I was pleased with the results. I mean I've always known I was a pretty girl. I'm not being conceited I just knew that no matter how bad I felt about how I looked or how much I wished I looked like someone else that people find me pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tonight was the first time I've felt that in a long time. The best part is I realized it without a guy telling me. I feel like the process of joining the Army has taught me so much about myself and I have a hard time believing that I'll learn even more about myself when I actually go to Basic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am just in a state of complete happiness and I'm at a nice place in my life and I'm ready to go in the Army. Tomorrow is my interview with the Colonel and I pray everything goes well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I talked to my best friend today and she said that she just wants me to go so I can come back. She also gave me a list of "gangster" music to listen to. We used to go places and listen to rap really loud and laugh so hard at the looks people gave us because we're two of the whitest, affluent girls you could imagine and well... people were confused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's about all today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll leave you with two things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my favorite picture I took tonight :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s307.photobucket.com/albums/nn319/catiekins19/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo245.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn319/catiekins19/Photo245.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and this is the song today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's called At the Bottom of Everything by Bright Eyes... I love this band so much just the folky feeling and the fact that none of the guys I've ever dated introduced me to this band so it's my own little piece of me not to mention the words are amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GHyLhbdzN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/2GHyLhbdzN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&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/7094246841097978922-7470016304155840738?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/7470016304155840738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-days-arent-getting-any-less-than.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7470016304155840738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7470016304155840738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-days-arent-getting-any-less-than.html' title='these days aren&apos;t getting any less than amazing!'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-1316720187166421180</id><published>2009-01-11T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:06:33.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and on to something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Today I have already worked out and run two miles and I've only been up for 3 hours. I've also been listening to music to make me feel nostalgic. It's a gray rainy day and the wind is kind of chilly but I'm enjoying it. I have spent at least half an hour listening to music and looking at postsecrets and asofterworld images...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;for those of you who don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Post Secret  is an ongoing art project where people mail in pictures or post cards with their secrets on them just so they can tell someone how they feel or admit to something they've done... a lot of them are sad or depressing but there are just as many that lift you up or just remind you that you just need to take time to relax and see life for what it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;like this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/post%20secret" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e48/xoxosahraa/post%20secret/breathing.jpg" border="0" alt="post secret Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A Softer World is kind of the same but different in a way. Its a lot darker I suppose but still has amazing photos and lines... my favorite one is the first one I ever read :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/asofterworld" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e202/curlygirl1119/asofterworld.jpg" border="0" alt="hurricane Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I can sit and look at this pictures for hours and sometimes I cry and other times I laugh but it gives me just one moment where I can share another persons emotions or realize that I'm not alone and being a teenaged girl that is one of the most important things to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The Army stuff is still going well. I have one recommendation done and another one almost done. I emailed two teachers and I hope that they can fax in the recommendations on Monday so everything will work out wonderfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Listening to the wind blow through the palm trees I haven't feel this peaceful in a long time and I wish that for all of you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The Song of the Day is one that I listened to with an ex-boyfriend of mine... my first love if you will. I have moved on from all of that but this song still makes me feel loved and calm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9nZyHJLU0I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/T9nZyHJLU0I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7094246841097978922-1316720187166421180?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/1316720187166421180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-on-to-something-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1316720187166421180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1316720187166421180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-on-to-something-new.html' title='and on to something new'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e48/xoxosahraa/post%20secret/th_breathing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-3398818867712982609</id><published>2009-01-10T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:01:15.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Today I got a call... well 3 calls from my recruiter. They were about recommendations which needed to be handwritten and faxed in. I live so far away from where I worked and went to school that this could have been an issue but I already have one recommendation down and another one will be done by the end of tonight. I emailed my high school English teacher and I'm sure he'll come through for me and then my college band director.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That is todays Army update :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm too tired to really write more right now but I do have a song for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's an opera song and I don't know what the words mean really but I do know that it makes me feel amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcrfvP11Hbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/tcrfvP11Hbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7094246841097978922-3398818867712982609?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/3398818867712982609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-got-call.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3398818867712982609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3398818867712982609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-got-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-4246186255477855594</id><published>2009-01-09T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:03:14.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>posting too much haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I reached the Army standards for my body fat %... could today get any better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;song for today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hands Down- Dashboard Confessional... it's amazing and happy music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOoKMIZhFI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/KOoKMIZhFI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7094246841097978922-4246186255477855594?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/4246186255477855594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/posting-too-much-haha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/4246186255477855594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/4246186255477855594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/posting-too-much-haha.html' title='posting too much haha'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-697519688700835001</id><published>2009-01-09T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T05:30:35.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly misunderstanding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;I called my recruiter and she isn't moving!!! At least not until this summer. What a relief. She laughed and was like.. I would tell you if I was moving. She helped me calm down and said my interview with the colonel will be on Tuesday! Which means I could go to MEPS on Friday and be leaving at the end of this week! That's so crazy! I just can't believe this good turn of fortune keeps getting better :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And thanks AirmanMom.. your words calmed me down and helped me out for the hours I had to wait :]&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/7094246841097978922-697519688700835001?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/697519688700835001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/silly-misunderstanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/697519688700835001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/697519688700835001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/silly-misunderstanding.html' title='Silly misunderstanding...'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-7425965982818329920</id><published>2009-01-09T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:35:48.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a turn of events..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I found out last night that my recruiter is moving in two weeks. I didn't find this out from my recruiter however, I found out from my younger sister who's recruiter was my recruiter's husband. At this point I really don't know what to do. I mean she didn't even tell me and I don't know if it was because she just doesn't want to deal with me anymore, or if it's because something came up in my background that might prevent me from joining the Army *although that's impossible* or even if it's because she didn't want me to be distracted. No matter what it is I'm wondering if that's the reason that it's taken so long for me to get in touch with the colonel. I'm going to call her at 9 when she should be just getting into the office... I'm really upset and slightly hurt by this but I'm going to get to the bottom of it and update this when I know more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;until then...&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/7094246841097978922-7425965982818329920?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/7425965982818329920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/turn-of-events.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7425965982818329920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7425965982818329920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/turn-of-events.html' title='a turn of events..'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-1825418245382825750</id><published>2009-01-08T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:52:45.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm here with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today has gone pretty well. I woke up and decided that today was going to be a good day and so far so good. I woke up, scrambled two egg whites and went for a run. I ran 2 miles in 20 minutes which means my second mile is getting faster... and later I want to run a mile at full speed to see how I'm doing. I ate a lean cuisine meal for lunch and it's having a hard time staying down... I didn't really enjoy it at all so that's no surprise.. I decided to start doing two work outs a day so I can go into basic with some semblance of physical fitness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I was stretching and I looked at my legs and I realized that just a few months ago they were flabby and gross and now I can see my muscles *and thanks to Anatomy I can name them too :]* In about an hour I'm going to lift some weights and do lunges, push ups, and sit ups. I'm insanely excited about working out and knowing that I only have to lose an inch in my hips before I make body fat%. I mean I would love to see the number on the scale even lower but I know that will happen at basic. I couldn't possible work myself harder than ever before for 2 months straight and not lose at least a few pounds :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Army wants me to be 145 pounds which means that I need to lose 20 by the end of the year and I know that won't be a problem and hopefully once I'm in Army standards I won't be the same girl I am now... promising to lose 5 pounds to be happy with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have a friend who I went to high school with and I've been giving him advice and answering all kinds of questions for him about the Army because he wants to join and that gives me a really good feeling in myself so I think that I will definitely be doing the home town recruiting thing.. basically what it is is you go to your recruiters office after you're done with BCT and AIT and you work with them for 2 weeks and that doesn't count for your leave but you get  to stay with your family and have weekends off which is amazing for me because I'll spend the nights with my family and I definitely want to go to Disney World with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have also realized that I have a lot of debt. Mainly accrued from bad decisions that I've made but from what I understand the Army has debt counseling and can consolidate the debt and help you manage it. I think that will really help me out because I want to start fresh and learn how to be an adult instead of a kid playing house at college. Hopefully I'll be debt free by the time I start med school in 2025 ish... man that seems far away haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The song for today is Dark Blue- Jack's Mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It makes me happy and toady is another happy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LmMvLhxe5js&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LmMvLhxe5js&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&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/7094246841097978922-1825418245382825750?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/1825418245382825750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-has-gone-pretty-well.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1825418245382825750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1825418245382825750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-has-gone-pretty-well.html' title='i&apos;m here with you'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-5007503627655040321</id><published>2009-01-07T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:42:22.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I finally have good news! I just got off the phone with my recruiter and she said that the colonel is out of the office today but that he should get to me by the end of the week. I'm really excited. After this interview I will be okayed to go back to MEPS and I don't think I'll even have to worry about the ARMS test because I've lost weight and my body fat % right now is 32% so I only have to lose 2% before I'm good to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Since starting this whole ordeal I've lost a total of 25 pounds and 7 inches in my waist.. I was pretty impressed with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I also talked to my recruiter about being able to leave for basic from my second trip to MEPS she said normally it took a couple of days until you could ship out but that if things got too bad at home that I could call her and she would figure out some way to help me. I swear that my recruiter is the answer to all of my prayers about the military. She has done so much for me that I've never heard of any other recruiter doing. She trusts me and knows that things have been rough in my past and that all I need is a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;My mom and I have been getting along pretty well lately. Today we cleaned the house together and took down all the Christmas decorations and the tree. She's in a good mood but I know it's only so long before I do something without thinking and upset her. I'm just going to be as good as I can for this last little stretch because I know that my mom will think much higher of me when I come back from basic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't mean for this to sound like I'm some little girl from the streets who's been reformed. I've never wanted for anything, my parents kept me in expensive clothes and I got good grades but my mother and I just clashed a lot and continue to because I was never really honest with her when I lived with her.  She doesn't trust me that much but I think that this change will bring us closer and I really don't want to have any strife with us before I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So today has been a good news day! I'm crazy excited and I'm really happy. I'm gonna go on a long run tonight :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The weather out today is amazing too. Sunny and at least in the low 70's so its nice outside... even though there are pretty intense wind gusts. Oh well nothing can blow away this amazing mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The song for today is called Bruises and it's by Chairlift... happy fun music that makes me smile real wide and think that nothing can go wrong... eventually i'll show the range of music i like but this one is perfect for me mood :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w8HRCacAQ-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/w8HRCacAQ-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7094246841097978922-5007503627655040321?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/5007503627655040321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5007503627655040321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5007503627655040321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-day.html' title='good day'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-3178097602014996695</id><published>2009-01-06T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:32:05.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not upset, just impolite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I have been so frustrated lately over my recruiter giving me the run around but I have though and prayed about it and I honestly think that something good will happen today. I'm going to blog this then eat my lunch then go ahead and call my recruiter to see if she has any news and apologize for being so persistent. I don't think I'll stop calling every day because honestly this is something that I want very badly and although things are okay between my mother and I right now it is literally a matter of time before we get into a fight where she demands that I leave the house and I have to go on a run until my dad gets home to calm her down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I just want to start my life again. I feel like I've been on pause for the past 4 months and although I've been working myself hard etc. I feel like I've been doing nothing with my life for so long. It really is hard to sit here and wait it out but I'll take AirmanMom's advice *thanks :]* and just relax and pray about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hopefully I'll have a more informative blog when I get done with my call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I keep listening to this song so I feel like I should share it.. its actually a sad song but it's just such a good song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/he7wa4Fw2Ts&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=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/he7wa4Fw2Ts&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7094246841097978922-3178097602014996695?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/3178097602014996695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-upset-just-impolite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3178097602014996695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3178097602014996695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-upset-just-impolite.html' title='I&apos;m not upset, just impolite'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-6268660490135034022</id><published>2009-01-05T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:10:20.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I called my recruiter and still no results yet... I just want to get this interview done so I can go to basic already. I'm sick of waiting and I'm starting to feel like nothing's going to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that's about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;sorry it's so depressing but that's how i'm feeling right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'll write more tomorrow&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/7094246841097978922-6268660490135034022?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/6268660490135034022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/6268660490135034022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/6268660490135034022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappointment.html' title='disappointment'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-7233316038989302324</id><published>2009-01-03T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:31:12.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody ever had a dream round here but i dont really mind that it's starting to get to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not often that I get to talk about personal triumphs on here but I finally went out and did something about the feelings I have for the guy I mentioned in my last post. I told him how I felt*Thanks for giving me that final push mudpuppy!* and he said that he had felt the same way for a while and although we aren't going to do anything about our feelings it's good to just know that I have someone who I'm crazy about and the feeling is mutual. He's going to write me while I'm away of course and when I get home from everything then we'll see how things go. I didn't want any titles with this guy. I mean I'm going to need to be focused on my training and I really can't be distracted by boys anymore. I've given up a ton of opportunities because of guys in the past and I would prefer not to worry about what he's doing at school and clearly he won't have to stress out about me being with any guys since from what I hear that is definitely not allowed at basic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I'm really excited about that and I think I may have my 2 miles under the final AFPT time and I mean if I'm at that now I can only go down in time. I've found that running isn't really a tool of torture but it's a way for me to release my stress and doubts and really clear my mind. I guess it's a runner's high and I never thought that I would be someone to experience it. I  talked to my friend Nick about it because he's going to be  doing a triathlon this spring/summer and he's running a lot too; his first love is his bike but it's the same idea. I can also do a bunch more pushups than the zero when I started :] sit ups I'm not really worried about I can do 35 in a minute easily and I hate them so I prefer to not worry about them until I get to basic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm really excited about losing all the weight I put on during my first year of college. They say it's supposed to be the freshmen 15 but I like to do things big so I put on 30 pounds... It's terrible and I've lost 20 of those pounds already.. I really can't believe I've done that in the past couple of months but it's the truth. So basically I know that I'll be under my graduating weight when I get out of training which will be nice. I'll be better on the inside and out and I'll have a new family to boot. You really can't beat that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Monday is when my recruiter promised to call me so I could do my interview... I'm going to try to ship out when I go back to MEPS because honestly I've been working so hard at everything and I really just don't want to stop working or get downtrodden anymore. Then when I go to basic there will definitely be a lull in this blog for a couple of months but I plan on keeping a journal and not editing anything so when I get use of a computer again I'll share my ups and downs with you the reader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I plan a lot ahead of time and I end up jinxing myself a lot so I'll stop while I'm ahead here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My title is the beginning of a song called Sam's Town by The Killers..I want to share my likes and dislikes of music and books with you so here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is that song :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfUSjEE5BLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfUSjEE5BLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/7094246841097978922-7233316038989302324?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/7233316038989302324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/nobody-ever-had-dream-round-here-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7233316038989302324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7233316038989302324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/nobody-ever-had-dream-round-here-but-i.html' title='nobody ever had a dream round here but i dont really mind that it&apos;s starting to get to me'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-7669509743233146116</id><published>2009-01-01T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:32:48.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is the new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Last night was all kinds of boring. I stayed up late and watched the ball drop but I wasn't with friends and I didn't get my midnight kiss. I learned a few things about myself though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I was pretty scared that I had lost the capacity to love someone romantically after being in some pretty messed up relationships, ones that my parents don't even know the extent of. I found out last night that I have fallen for someone. What an inconvenient time for this to happen huh? I mean I'm about to leave for basic and I can't even tell this guy that he's everything that I could want in a guy. We stayed up talking the entire night and I mean from around 3 in the afternoon until 1 AM (1500-0100 :]_) and he was the guy who wished me happy new year first and I think that made me realize how much I truly care for him. We talk every day but he still worries that he's gonna miss getting to say goodbye to me before basic and has sworn that he'll right me. We've never had anymore than a friendship but in the time since we've met and been talking he has not had a girlfriend and I can't seem to keep a boyfriend because no matter what, he's always there for me and I know in the back of my mind that he is one of my best friend who I'll never be able to shake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The next thing I learned is how utterly resilient I am. I was thinking about this time last year. I couldn't remember where I was on New Years Eve.... and it really bothered me. I knew I didn't go to a party or anything but then I went to watch the bowl games that were on today and the Sun Bowl was on. I was in the marching band for USF last year and we went to that bowl.We lost and were cold and had to get on a plane right after the game ended and the pilot told us when it reached midnight in Tampa. We didn't actually get home til 0200 that morning though. That plane ride brought me to the new year and to all the issues I've had this year. I mean my grandmother died, I wanted to die, I lost all my friends from college, I moved home, got kicked out, was homeless for two months and ended up having to quit my job at Busch Gardens to move in with my older sister who then turned out to be a huge bitch and ended up right back in with my parents.... I have made it through all that and I'm tough to the point where I can work through anything that comes my way but not too tough to where I won't let anyone in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am hoping that on January 5th everything will fall into place. I called my recruiter to ask her about the interview and she said that they were in and out of the office so much that it's best to just wait to do it until then. My only issue is the stupid ARMS test. There is no way I'm gonna lose 12 pounds before I go back to MEPS but I have lost a few pounds in the past few days so maybe I can make it happen. If I don't get down to the weight I need to be then I have to re-do that ARMS test. My recruiter told me if I was still at the same body fat % that I wouldn't have to take it but still I just don't know if that's true because from what I've read if I don't get back to MEPS within 30 days of the ARMS test then I have to take it again but I don't know if that includes weekends and holidays... if it doesn't then I'll get back in time for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anyway thats the update on my life. I'm going to try to blog more regularly again so that I can get all of my thoughts out of my head before I leave for Basic so I can go in with a clear head ready to learn how to be a better me. I hope everyone had a wonderful night and an amazing new year!&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/7094246841097978922-7669509743233146116?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/7669509743233146116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-this-is-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7669509743233146116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7669509743233146116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-this-is-new-year.html' title='so this is the new year...'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-1742976153899177037</id><published>2008-12-29T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T05:18:49.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniffles and sneezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This post was actually for yesterday so here you go:&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 night I got into a fight with my parents... maybe fight isn't the right word. More like all of my frustration from the Army pushing my dates back on me is finally starting to catch up with me and it doesn't take much to set me off lately. Usually when I'm upset I just go for a run and it all melts away like sweat even though I really feel like I should be working on my sit ups and push ups more. Monday is the day that I'm hoping to finally do my interview and I still don't know if my ARMS test will be invalidated because of the time that's past or if it will still count because I would already be in MEPS if it weren't for the holidays. With New Years Eve on Thursday I just want to get this stuff over with witout having to do the ARMS test again because I don't know if I could do it without the motivation that the nurse who gave it to me last time provided. I guess I'll just have to ask my recruiter about it when I call her today. They said it would take me at least 4 months to lose the amount of body fat I was over healthily... so I really don't feel like waiting 4 months. &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;On a completely different topic, I don't know if I've ever mentioned this but I am an avid reader. For Christmas all I got were books.. haha. I just love reading. I read MASH on Christmas day and I loved it! Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I love the movie and TV series as well. Yesterday I recieved a book I had ordered in the mail called &lt;u&gt;My War&lt;/u&gt; by Colby Buzzell. I'm sure anyone who reads military blogs has heard all about him and quite frankly it's  his blog that made me want to start my own. When I started reading his book I really connected with the fact that his life was going nowhere. I mean my post high school life was going nicely enough for a short time. I took classes, college was free, I moved out of my parents house. But things always fall apart and for him he wanted to do something "fun" for a couple of years and although I plan on being in the Army for a very long time, I still have that same longing to go into the war zone and get my hands dirty so to speak. I'm going to be a combat medic and although the idea of being in a hospital stateside administering sponge baths sounds like a dream come true, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;, I would much rather be out there learning new techniques and helping save lives. I want to get into a good medical school and most of the other people my age who are trying for the same thing are out there doing research and shadowing docotors in their chosen specialty so I really should have something to put on my resume to show that I didn't waste my time by not applying for internships etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another thing that's been on my mind lately is my family. With the economy the way it is I feel truly awful that I've been mooching off of them for so long. So to rectify this situation I'm going to be sending them part of my pay each month. Only a couple hundred dollars but still enough to help them out with bills which they are falling behind on and to give my youngest sister *who's 11* some of the same opportunities I had at her age. I was a prodigous musician and I went to all sorts of camps and weekend music festivals and played whenever I got a chance and I would think that she would like to go to a music camp or maybe even a soccer camp since she's been playing soccer forever. When I was in middle school my mom pulled every string for me and to this day she'll remind me that in 8th grade 2nd semester I was on 2 softball teams* rec league and travelling*, my school's soccer team, a soloist in jazz band, a singer in the elite singing group for the school, in regular band, and she kept me in the best clothes without missing a beat. I don't see why my sister can't look back in 10 years and say the same things about her middle school years. Of course nowadays its more about the technology instead of the sports but it doesn't matter to me as long as she's happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that's honestly about all I have to say so far today. I have a head cold that I can't shake and I'm hoping and praying for my interview and a quick trip to MEPS so 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/7094246841097978922-1742976153899177037?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/1742976153899177037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/sniffles-and-sneezes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1742976153899177037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1742976153899177037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/sniffles-and-sneezes.html' title='sniffles and sneezes'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-5887129041761734685</id><published>2008-12-27T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:25:06.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again your lies still give me the heartache to continue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;Christmas Lights - Paul Baribeau&lt;br /&gt;fresh snow on the suburbs &lt;br /&gt;staying at my parents&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been a good year&lt;br /&gt;but things are all right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in the spare room&lt;br /&gt;that used to be my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;even though I'm home now&lt;br /&gt;I feel completely homeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at the moon&lt;br /&gt;shining on the snow&lt;br /&gt;and everything was blue&lt;br /&gt;except the Christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking round the basement&lt;br /&gt;where my band used to practice&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I don't want to make new friends&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just miss my old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm seeing someone new now&lt;br /&gt;she calms my heart down&lt;br /&gt;but I'm too scared to tell her&lt;br /&gt;how crazy I can get sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at the moon&lt;br /&gt;shining on the snow&lt;br /&gt;and everything was blue&lt;br /&gt;except the Christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never feel better after I cry&lt;br /&gt;I spent 6 months of my life just wanting to die&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to be alone without be lonely&lt;br /&gt;learning how to be lonely without losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at the moon&lt;br /&gt;shining on the snow&lt;br /&gt;and everything was blue&lt;br /&gt;except the Christmas lights &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song really gets to me ... actually a lot of songs are getting to me lately... as the army grows nearer and nearer im forced to think back to what i'm leaving behind. because i'm up here in tally, i don't have the same goodbyes to say. I've done that already. It's more the mourning of my innocent ignorant life that I led. I've lost quite literally all of my college friends. They left for a few different reasons. I went into a funk when my grandma died and then I just got to a low point and I didn't know how to tell people what was going on. Maybe they just weren't that great of friends in the first place or maybe I really fucked it up on my own. Either way it's hard to look back at my days at USF and know that no one there thinks about me anymore or even cared enough to try to break through the wall I put up. Anyone who knew me in high school saw me at my very best and worst day in and out. They accepted my bitchiness that came from Matt being an ass and accepted when I was really happy and crazy. I don't know what makes my high school friends different from my college friends. Maybe it's familiarity, maybe it's the fact that they are real friends. All I know is that I can't think about my college friends without wanting to cry. I mean I got into a ton of fights with my very best friends in high school and I could still go crying to them when I needed it. Even to this day, I haven't seen people in almost a year and they still stay in touch and keep me motivated and they even are willing to write to me to cheer me up while I'm in the army. I don't get it. I miss my old life anytime I stop to think about it but I know that this new life I'm going into will be better and I will take my closest friends with me as well and that they will be there for me even when I do the unthinkable. &lt;br /&gt;The only friend from college that I lost that really hurts me when I think about it is my friend Tony. i love that kid more than anything and I try to keep in touch with him and let him know what I'm doing and I know that he replaced me a long time ago and that he's busy but I still think back to all the all county things and fow and football games we shared and I think to how he put up with me even when I was bitchy and how we were just amazing friends and maybe it was too much to have be implode on him but I guess it's good that I lost him at this point instead of later on when I really really needed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;oh and I'm not being emo in the title... it's from the song The Ultimate Cover Up - The Audition&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/7094246841097978922-5887129041761734685?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/5887129041761734685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/once-again-your-lies-still-give-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5887129041761734685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5887129041761734685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/once-again-your-lies-still-give-me.html' title='once again your lies still give me the heartache to continue'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-1204419291416551407</id><published>2008-12-26T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:50:43.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So Christmas came and went without much incident. I'm getting more bogged down in the fact that I haven't gotten a call from my recruiter about this interview but I mean, it is the day after Christmas. I just don't want to have to do that ARMS test again. It was terrible the first time and although in the month it's been since that first MEPS trip I've gotten in much better shape, I still don't like the prospect of stepping up and down on that box again. Especially if I didn't get the same nurse giving it to me. She encouraged me and I'm pretty sure she let me slide on my last push up which was more up that push. I know that I could do the ARMS test again and probably with more ease than before but I just don't feel all that great about it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am so excited thought, to think that I could be leaving in the next couple of weeks. It's an amazing feeling to see the finish line of my civilian life looming in the distance. I'm the type of person that needs everything in my life to be meticulously organized and to be told what to do, when and how so I think that the Army will be my home for as long as they want to keep me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am also excited to finally start learning again. I love learning new things and although I tried to study some of the Army material I feel like I'll enjoy it more with other people who I'll be forming lifelong bonds with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Maybe I'm romanticizing the Army life but I've talked with plenty of people who love it and who wouldn't trade it for the world and I can't wait to get in there and actually be proud of what I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas!! :]&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/7094246841097978922-1204419291416551407?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/1204419291416551407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-christmas-came-and-went-without-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1204419291416551407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1204419291416551407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-christmas-came-and-went-without-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-8222561516226370303</id><published>2008-12-22T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T04:39:27.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare before christmas *literally*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" class="blog" style="width: 100%; font-size: x-small; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td width="30" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent" style="font-size: x-small; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;To help you out with the  reading of this I am 19, My older sister from my mom's first marriage is Michelle she's 23 and has stolen my identity and money countless times but I can't prove anything. Kyrsten is 17 and Mackenzie is 11. Happy Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up and I can not seem to fall back to sleep even though it's only 7 in the morning. I woke up from a dream about Christmas and it's so vivid that I'm hoping this isn't the way things happen.. so I'm gonna let you know what it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so in the dream it's Christmas and we've already opened our presents, I'm playing rock band with Mackenzie and my dad *that's one of Mackenzies presents lol* and Kyrsten happens to come running up saying Michelle *older bitch* will be here soon. So I keep playing my little drum set and I'm trying to figure out what to say finally I settle on Merry Christmas and I let that go. So she walks in the door and everyone else says "Merry Christmas Michelle" and right when she's about to walk off to talk to my mom I say *loud and cheerful as can be* "Merry Christmas Michelle!"... she just shoots me a dirty look and walks away. So then it's present opening time, and mind you I already know that she's gotten my parents and sisters really expensive presents but it's okay she didn't get me anything. So I ooh and ahh over everyone's gift, laugh at my dad's facial expression when he opens his *he honestly hate's this girl because it's not his daughter and she tries to hurt our family*. And then Michelle shoots this like self righteous look at me because she's gotten herself a present and wrapped it to open up here. So by then Mackenzie is now playing a Nintendo DS game *she's such a funny little nerd* and my mom is getting everything ready for dinner *we always have turkey* and Kyrsten is starting to look upset. She has always been the person Michelle complains the most about our family to. So I notice she's getting upset but I dont really worry about it I just keep reading my book. Then I notice Michelle has gone to talk to my mom and this is the point where I know I'm getting angry * I am only human you have to understand* and I walk outside to where they're talking and Michelle abruptly stops *some subtly on her part would be nice* and I notice Michelle lean over to say something to my mom but it's like she's pulling my mom's hair and threatening her so I get pissed. I am seeing red at this point and I go to grab Michelle's hair and I accidentally grab my moms. At this point Michelle has walked back into the house and is talking to Kyrsten like nothing has happened. I walk up to her and tell her I think it's time she leaves to which she responds "What are you gonna do about it" *please dont forget here that her whole intention on Christmas will be trying to get me to blow up so I will have everyone mad at me* and I said I would really like her to leave and I think everyone else would and so she starts to take her things and walk to the door. Then she turns around and starts yelling about how I'm a thief, I'm a liar, I'm everything bad in the world, oh and I like to torture puppies for fun. So I have finally reached the end of my rope and I say "I'm sorry that you don't have a family but this is MY family MY mom MY dad MY sisters they are not your family, you are a sick sad person who will never amount to more than your crackhead dad who JUST went back to rehab. Stop fucking with my family and get the fuck out!"... * I screamed this in my dream btw* So then she punches me in the face. Hard. Now those of you who know me could probably never picture me in a fight and that's because I would never fight someone unless I was scared for my life but this girl is BIG and I just need to get her off of me so I keep swinging and swinging and I'm not connecting any punches and that's how the dream ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified that any of that will happen this Thursday. I love my family even though we have had our problems and I'm very protective of them. To me this peon doesn't exist anymore and I only have to put up with one more meeting with her before I go off to become a better person. I can not do anything that will have charges brought up on me nor would I ever instigate a fight but I am nervous non the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Army front today might be the day that I get the call for my interview so I'm really hoping that happens today. It will definitely lessen some of the anxiety that's building up in me. It's gonna be either that or the 2 mile run I'm gonna try to run faster than the 2 miles Saturday lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my head up and my spirits high and I hope you all are too since it's the Christmas season. I really appreciate all of your support and funny/ sincere comments they make my day and make me feel like I'll come out of Christmas a better person that I am now :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094246841097978922-8222561516226370303?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/8222561516226370303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightmare-before-christmas-literally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8222561516226370303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8222561516226370303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightmare-before-christmas-literally.html' title='nightmare before christmas *literally*'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-5513504358373946082</id><published>2008-12-21T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:27:04.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's are slow around here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This morning I woke up with my ankles in a lot of pain. I know I have to able to run more than 2 miles when I go to basic but the two miles yesterday were brutal. I have really high arches so I'm hoping it's just a lack of support issue which will be fixed when I get my new shoes since I know wear pumas which have very little support. So I'll just ice them so I can run again tomorrow. Today is my push up and sit up day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So I think I should mention now that M*A*S*H is one of my favorite shows. I watch it everyday when it comes on from 5-7 or 1700-1900 * I think I should get used to military time ahead of time. But I honestly love the show. I started watching it when I first went and talked to my Army recruiter and I think if I had tried to watch it any other time in my life it would not have had the same appeal to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I stayed up pretty late last night. I was just talking to a friend and I lost track of time. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. He means a lot to me and he always makes me feel better bout life. It's hard to find people like that yet I find myself blessed to have many people like that in my life. I have all of their addresses and they've all promised to write me while I'm away. These friends coupled with my family are the people who I want to make proud while I'm away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today my mom is making a ham dinner. It's been my favorite meal ever since I can remember. I don't know if she's trying to get all the meals I like in or if she just felt in the mood for ham but either way I'm excited. I still haven't received the call from the colonel for my interview and I know it's the weekend so I can only hope that tomorrow my recruiter will call saying everything is ready to go. The whole issue there stems from a traffic ticket that I never took care of so we're waiting for the receipt to come back from Hillsborough County where I used to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've been so used to things being pushed back by now that I can only hope that things will work out nicely for once in my life. I've minded my p's and q's, I've made mistakes but the Army is giving me a second chance so I should bide my time productively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&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/7094246841097978922-5513504358373946082?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/5513504358373946082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/sundays-are-slow-around-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5513504358373946082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/5513504358373946082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/sundays-are-slow-around-here.html' title='Sunday&apos;s are slow around here'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-3464569886580097206</id><published>2008-12-20T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:19:33.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel like if anyone is really going to understand why I'm doing things I should probably explain who I am. I'm not giving away my address or SSN so if you're looking for an easy was to start a new life you can stop looking here haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I think that I should start by saying that I love music. Not in the teenage "I love this band!" way, but in the music is my life kind of way. I've always loved listening to music and I've wondered if anyone else has truly felt the same emotions as me while listening to a song. I have played the clarinet for almost 10 years now and I'm lucky to be talented with that. I was going to school to be a professional musician but there are a few factors that stood in my way. I was also lucky to have a natural intelligence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I graduated 21st in my class out of I believe over 700 people. This is not for me to brag, I don't believe this defines who I am because being book smart doesn't always play out in the best of ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have never in my life been okay with how I look. I am always surprised when I get a guy who I think is cute to go out with me. I have plenty of self-confidence I just don't know why this area of me has always been such a disappointment. I've always been on the chubby side and when I went to college I gained a LOT of weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love my family. I really do. I have my mom who I fought with all through high school, and I mean terrible fights where there was yelling and I got kicked out of my house a few times. I have my dad who has always been very supportive of me, always. Even when I've messed up everything I could in my life he was still there saying he knew I could do better. I also have 2 younger sisters. One is very close to my age and as a result we fought a lot growing up. We still fight but now it's not so bad because it doesn't last long and she understands who I am more I think. My youngest sister is 11 and because she is so much younger than me I've never really connected with her the way I feel like I should have. She is one of the kindest people I know though. I also have an older half sister who I honestly have never been able to stand. She would come down during holidays *she's my mother's child* and she always tried to play games to get myself and my younger sister to fight. To this day she still plays mind games and is planning on not talking to me on Christmas. I think that it is petty to put our mother in that situation when I would never do a thing like that. I plan on being nice and talking to her whenever I feel like it incidentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am very strong willed and very opinionated. In high school I was this liberal agnostic and I would go around debating anyone. Now that I've grown a bit I can admit that I am a registered Republican and Catholic to a T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I was forced to grow up when I moved out of my parents house. I failed at the growing up thing and because of a series of events became homeless and had to rely on friends for two months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've worked every single day since I turned sixteen and I mean the day I turned 16 was my first day of work. I've worked at a movie theatre, Publix, Dunkin Donuts, and Busch Gardens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have this inane ability to adapt to whatever life throws at me but up until I decided to join the Army I wasn't actively participating in my life. I was "rolling with the punches".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I want more than anything to be an orthopedic surgeon. Med School is a dream of mine that is no longer just a dream thanks to the Army. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I guess I just kind of wanted to explain who I am in a nut shell and explain my family dynamics so future posts will read as fluidly as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Thanks to those of you who have been reading and please invite your friends. Any advice/encouragement/ thoughts would be appreciated :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;also my email is cnmurphy@ymail.com and I love pen pals&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/7094246841097978922-3464569886580097206?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/3464569886580097206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3464569886580097206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/3464569886580097206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-about-me.html' title='a little about me...'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-8383682559502741500</id><published>2008-12-20T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:01:27.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day in and day out... just the usual stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;oday i woke up and i felt really motivated. i got a really nice comment on my blog and even though i've only had one it's nice to know that people are reading and think that i've got my head in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i plan on going on a nice 2 mile run. I'm going to push myself and see how fast I can finish it so I know how much time I have to shave off so I can pass the physical test in basic. I feel like if I'm in the best shape before basic then I'll have more time to focus on what their trying to instill in me. I know I'm going to be broken down to the point where I question why I even decided to be in the Army but I also know that the instructors will then build me up to be the strongest person I have ever been and honestly that is all that I want right now. The chance to be strong and do something that matters.I could still be at USF right now partying and getting my degree but honestly I don't think that I could have lasted much longer doing what I was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to babble sometimes to my parents about my plans and I can tell they don't believe me right now. I understand this because I never really proved myself to be anything other than an extraordinarily intelligent screw up. I want to prove myself and prove to myself that I can make something of myself. That's so important. That and I love my country. I don't want to get up on a soapbox but I honestly do love the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird to go from not saying the pledge in high school to having this level of patriotism, but I think that when you're life is as messed up as mine was and you go soul searching you find out a lot about yourself. I have been a leader most of my life but as soon as I entered college I lost my need to lead because I didn't know what I was doing. I should have gone my own way and figured it out that way I could claim my mistakes myself instead of realizing that if I hadn't spent so much time worrying about what people think then I wouldn't have made some of the choices. It's okay though, they're still my mistakes and for once in my life I'm going to own up to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crazy amount of debt to my name for someone who didn't take out loans. There's a lot of discrepancies as well on my credit report such as utility payments and a 20,000 college loan from when I was 12. I'll take this moment to explain that the only person who could have done something like that would be my older "sister" and to reemphasize the fact that as soon as I'm stationed at a base out of training that I will figure this enigma out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll that's about all for today. I ned to get some sort of breakfast food into me then I'm grabbing a watch and going on the lovely run. &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/7094246841097978922-8383682559502741500?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/8383682559502741500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-in-and-day-out-just-usual-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8383682559502741500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/8383682559502741500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-in-and-day-out-just-usual-stuff.html' title='day in and day out... just the usual stuff'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-4202521499924719364</id><published>2008-12-19T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:13:29.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not the best of days</title><content type='html'>So today has been pretty hard...I still haven't gotten the call to do the interview and with Christmas next week it looks like I wont be able to go to MEPS until after Christmas. I kinda wanted to rub it in my older sisters face that while she's getting herself into a ton of debt with law school that I am an enlisted member of the Army.. oh well. I'll have plenty of time to prove myself coming up.&lt;br /&gt;I put on 2 pounds somehow this week. I don't like how much I weigh because I'm over the Army's limit and although I have my waiver already for being "overweight", I just thought it would be nice to be able to go into basic without having to worry about my weight. As of now it looks like I'll end up at the fat camp with a diet tray. Not that I'm opposed to the opportunity to get in better shape before I go to basic but I really want to get started on earning my rank.&lt;br /&gt;So today I feel fat and like I've motivated myself for nothing. It's just a hard day. Everyone has them. I don't want to do this blog and pretend like my life is better than it actually is because I want to live the Army Core Values one of which is honesty.Although in bearing my soul I really hope that no one takes anything I say personally.&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched a documentary called Iraq for sale. It's about the privatization of the work done in Iraq and how private contract companies are exploiting the American people. Although something like this would have caused me to be extremely offended a couple of years ago now I think that people should just accept the fact that things need to be done over in the Middle East. The troops over there can't be expected to carry out their missions *and* build their homes and bases even though they have done that and continue to do that.&lt;br /&gt;I've started reading military blogs by people over in the MIddle East to get an unbiased view of what's going on over there. It's extremely interesting and if any of you are curious the site is &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm1pbGJsb2dnaW5nLmNvbQ==" target="_blank"&gt;www.milblogging.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my grandma today. It was nice. They're getting a lot of snow up in the Northeast and she doesn't have to work today which is good for her.&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all I have to say.. hopefully I'll have a better attitude tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094246841097978922-4202521499924719364?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/4202521499924719364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-best-of-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/4202521499924719364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/4202521499924719364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-best-of-days.html' title='not the best of days'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-7467495613782724578</id><published>2008-12-17T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:45:07.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;" href="http://www.milblogging.com/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;amp;sid=&amp;amp;u=8340"&gt;View My Milblogging.com Profile&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.military.com"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://www.milblogging.com/linkbuttons\poweredby.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7094246841097978922-7467495613782724578?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/7467495613782724578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/view-my-milblogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7467495613782724578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/7467495613782724578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/view-my-milblogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-4316773029597597098</id><published>2008-12-17T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:42:40.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a repeat performance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I blog extensively on Myspace so I decided that this would be fun to copy and paste here even though I don't know if anyone is reading this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;My recruiter picked me up from my house at 8 am to go to MEPS (Military Entrance Processing Station) and on the ride there briefed me (explained to me) about everything that was going to happen. I was just going for my physical so I didn't have to worry about the job aspect of signing anything.. I just had to make sure I could pass my ARMS (Assesment of Recruit Motivation and Strength) and that would be all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I get to my recruiters office and they sit me down and explain about the fact that the doctors at MEPS are going to try everything in their power to DQ(disqualify) you. So that got me a little nervous but they explained everything and had me do two test runs to make sure I wouldn't be too nervous. The bus came to pick me up at around 11 ish (and by bus I mean a huge Dodge Durango) I had to sit up front because I was the only girl and there were two other people in the car with me, one going for the Marines and the other for the Army. Introductions were made and the key questions of the experience were asked; What are you going into? and What's your MOS( military occupational skills). Easy to answer but some people are still unsure of what they want to do until they sit down with their branch liason. So we were halfway to Georgia to pick up another kid when we got a call that we had left someone behind. So arrangements were made to where the kid would be taken to Valdosta to be picked up by the other shuttle. We went back and got the forgotton boy who was shipping out to the Coast Guard boot camp.(Incidentally I found out that the Coast Guard is the most selective of all branches and takes 24 people per term.) So then we were off to Jacksonville. It was a long car ride and the CG boy was keeping us all entertained and we just chatted about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When we finally got to the hotel *around 2* we had to sign a paper saying that while we were at the hotel that we would not do certain things *such as drink or do drugs* we also had to be in our rooms by 10. Apon signing the paper the very disgruntled man behind the counter handed over the key and explained we'd have to show the MEPS envelope they key was in to get the dinner and breakfast buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I went to my room. It smelled terrible! But I turned on the heat and sprayed my hairspray around to get the smell out. So I called my parents to let them know I was alive and in Jacksonville and at that point it was only about 3 so I had nothing to do for two hours. I decided I should walk down to an organic food store that I had seen but when I went to leave my roommate showed up. She was nice and going into the Army as well. It was her second time to MEPS so all she had to do was go for a consult and then sign her papers. She was nice and asked if I wanted to go to steak and shake to get something to eat. I hadn't eaten all day so I was definitely for that. We went talked a little and got our food to bring back to the hotel. From there she got on her phone and talked for like an hour while I ate and then watched Date my Mom. Finally she got off her phone and started telling me about her, where she was from, things that she was looking forward to. I told her the same things back and around 6 we decided to go check out the buffet spread to see if there was anything fruit like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We got to the restaurant and sat down with some macaroni and cheese and pink lemonade and were joined by another girl who was going into the navy. *we'll call her navy girl for the sake of continuity* She was awesome. No lie, we had a ton in common and we hit it off but my roommate wanted to go make some more phone calls so she left and when she did we heard a guy talking very loudly about politics. That's always a big no-no in my book when you're trying to meet people but this guy was repelling everyone he was talking to so navy girl and I started making fun of him by yelling recession loudly. There were two guys sitting at the table next to us and they laughed and asked if we wanted to sit with them and since we were done eating we were like sure. Then it was decided that to pass the time we should get cards/ While one of the guys we met *both the guys were joining the navy so bear with me* went to get the cards, a man came up reeking of alcohol and sat next to navy girl and started hitting on him and being a jerk with his wedding ring shining brightly from his ring finger. He sat around trying to get the other navy guy to leave with him to go get a drink, when navy guy tried to come up with excuses to leave the man*we'll call him crazy guy* followed him around and wen't so far as to grab his butt and say "you ain't gettin no pussy tonight". Very awkward. Then we decided to play rummy so I was explained the rules and we invited the first navy guy's roommate to play so he did and then after the game NG1's roommate left we took a little break and crazy guy showed up *again* and took navy girls drink chugged it and with a "that's how we do it airborne" threw the glass down. He was drunk as all get out. I guess no one explained that one of the first tests they do is the breathalizer. So after that we invite a couple of new people to play cards and we play spades for a while which is fun but then we started talking and got more and more people involved and stopped playing cards. It is so nice to meet people and within 20 minutes be comfortable saying whatever to them. So the group I was with ended up being me, navy girl and 4 guys. We went got milkshakes then went back to the hotel to go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning we were woken up at 5 am by a lovely phone call but I had woken up a little earlier. I got dressed and went to meet navy girl. After a wonderfully uneventful and inedible breakfast we got onto a charter bus and from there we were shipped to MEPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;MEPS is a big white official looking building which makes sense you walk in there a civilian and walk out an enlisted member of the United States Armed Forces. So we get off the bus where we're told to form up. So we stand in lines and are quickly briefed about what we are going to do and then are separated into different components*shippers, applicants etc*. When I entered the building it was warm and I had to walk through a metal detector when we were then instructed to take off our outerwear and leave our bags in the cubbies provided then we were sent to sit in a room and wait to get our next briefing. We sat down and a Sergeant walked in and explained all about MEPS and what we would be doing. He then separated the Army people from everyone else. Then we went to get name tags and a blank medical file. *This is the point where I realized I left my Social security card and birth certificate with my papers and I need to get them when I go back to MEPS* After that we're put into the computer so that everyone knows that we're there and then shuffled down to the medcial area where we were again briefed about what to expect. After that we went to get blood pressure taken and the nurse let me know that my pulse was too high and if I didn't get it down that I would be dq'ed. So I went to get my vision checked and apparently I don't have 20/20 vision so they tried to figure out my prescription but couldn't so I had to go back there later. Then I went over to get my hearing checked but before I could start they said that the females had to go to get briefed for our physical so that we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went through 3 doors to get to the room to be weighed and measured and then to give a urine sample. Because there were only 11 of us we all got along and talked and had a good time. After finding out I wasn't pregnant and didn't have kidney stones I got to go have my blood drawn. That wasn't bad then back to the room where all of us girls had to get down to our underwear and do 24 orthopedic motions to make sure we didn't have anything wrong. Once that was passed it was time to finish vision and hearing if you didnt and see the doctors if you did. So I went and found out that I'm near sighted... I don't go around reading things far away and it was never that bad so oh well. Then I found out that I have really good hearing. So then back to the back room to see the doctor and have every inch of me examined. Very awkward again but nothing's wrong with me so that works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then came the difficult part, the ARMS test. It's 5 minutes stepping up and down from a 12'' box at 120 bmp. If that sounds easy try it, my legs are still killing me. Then for females you have to complete 4 push ups which I did. When I passed I teared up because that meant that I would be physically qualified and that mattered the most to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus ended my physical and day at MEPS. Long day but it made me realize how much I will love the military. I go back to swear in and get a card so I can go onto military bases :] I'm very excited and I hope you enjoyed this .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That's about it :] I had a ton of fun and I'm still waiting for the Colonel to call :( but I will call my recruiter tomorrow to make sure I haven't missed her call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I hope everyone's having fun and getting into a festive mood because I know I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7094246841097978922-4316773029597597098?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/4316773029597597098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/repeat-performance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/4316773029597597098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/4316773029597597098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/repeat-performance.html' title='a repeat performance...'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7094246841097978922.post-1884463762172730444</id><published>2008-12-15T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:13:16.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEPS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><title type='text'>To begin with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay so this is my first ever blog post. I've posted on my Myspace blog etc but never in a public one so here we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;First I want to say that I am so excited to be going into the Army and I am proud to have the chance to serve my country... with that being said I'll go into some details about who I am and why exactly I chose the Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I graduated 21st from high school and was extremely lazy and spoiled when I went off to college. I made enough mistakes to land myself in about 10,000 dollars worth of debt and through fighting with my parents and wasting the money I was making I ended up homeless and alone. My parents eventually took me back in but by that point they had moved to where I am now, and I am stuck in the middle of nowhere anxiously awaiting Basic Training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I can't say that the Army has always been a goal of mine. My mother brought up the military as my final option and when she did that I cried like a baby, however, through much soul searching I realized that this is what I want and I'm willing to do anything to achieve success in the Army. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;To be completely honest my dad didn't want me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anywhere &lt;/span&gt;near the Army, so we went to see the Air Force recruiter. It was a miserable experience for me and I wish that I had gone to the Army first because the Army treated me like a human being who meant something to them instead of just a number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Through the Air Force I took the ASVAB and got a 94, which wasn't exactly surprising, I've always been really smart when it comes to tests and things you learn in classes. * Common sense is a whole other story though* So I thought that I could get into the Air Force faster since I could go into any MOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Things didn't work quite like that though and 2 months after I first spoke to my Air Force recruiter I called the Army. I introduced myself, told the First Sergeant my ASVAB scores, and mentioned that I would like to leave for BCT as soon as I could. She sounded really excited and told me to come up to the office on Monday and we could start everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When I heard that I was so excited, until I looked up the Army weight requirements. When I moved to where I am now I weighed 190 lbs. *I was quite a porker* I had dropped the 25 lbs to make it to Air Force requirements but that was still over my Army requirement and in the time it was taking the Air Force to send me to MEPS I had gained 5 pounds back. So when I went in I talked to my new recruiter and she took my measurements and let me know that I was over the maximum body fat % but that there was the ARMS test. *Assessment of Recruit Motivation and Strength* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So we went through the motions, I had a few juvenile incidents which had to be cleared up and a traffic ticket that I couldn't pay but my recruiter paid for me saying that I could pay her back when I got my first check in basic. * That was the point where everything started to work out for me*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;On my first trip to MEPS I hadn't received my waiver from the CO*commanding officer*  so I just did the physical portion. * Let me say here that the ARMS test was all about motivation. If the nurse giving me my test hadn't cheered me on the entire time I don't think I could have made it*. Once I passed that I came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've done the first of two interviews now and once I complete my second interview *God-willing that will be today* I can leave for my second MEPS trip where I'll pick my MOS *military occupational specialty I'm hoping for 68 W- which is essentially combat medic :]* and be sworn in. I'm planning on leaving for basic in January. The only thing I'm worried about now is that my ARMS test only lasts for 30 days so if I don't get back to MEPS before they leave for Christmas then I'll be up a creek without a paddle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;In the mean time I want to keep track of the things I'm doing everyday to prepare myself physically and mentally for the next stage of my life. I try to work out everyday but I know I'm not working as hard as  I could so I'm also hoping for the people who read my blog to help me get the motivation I need for this. I currently weigh 167 lbs and I am 5'7. So if I can lose 4 lbs then I'll be fine as far as the physical goes but any suggestions people have for work outs would be greatly appreciated. Currently I run a mile in the morning then do as many push ups as I can on stairs followed by sit ups. I only eat the three meals daily and today is my official last day of soda drinking so I'm hoping to cut out everything I can before I leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mentally I'm trying to focus on good things and good times that I can remember when I think that I can't do something. I'm also memorizing things such as the General Orders and the Army Core Values. I feel like if I start living the Values now I'll be set in whatever I choose to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ultimately in the Army I'd like to get through BCT and AIT to come out on the other side and I want to be deployed to the MIddle East while I'm fresh out of training. After the 4 years I'm signing up for I want to go to Medical School to become and Orthopedic Surgeon which has always been my dream. I plan to go in on the HPSP scholarship from the Army in order to come out with my M.D. and pay back the Army for the years they paid me for. I'll be a captain in the Army after that program and I'd just like to continue moving up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I know this is the right thing for me and for once I feel okay about everything that I'm doing. &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/7094246841097978922-1884463762172730444?l=catiekins19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/feeds/1884463762172730444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-begin-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1884463762172730444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7094246841097978922/posts/default/1884463762172730444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catiekins19.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-begin-with.html' title='To begin with...'/><author><name>Catie the Greatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09195792156445259748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nj5tOthDBWw/SVzZD1cjLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BJKZ8fuJlns/S220/s1103790173_30011642_7367.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
