<?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-3234324</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:29:13.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Water Coloured Stain</title><subtitle type='html'>nothing's gonna stop me from floating . . . </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-114503066310091020</id><published>2006-04-14T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:03:01.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Music BlurbIt takes me a while to actually love a band, especially when the band has only been around for a few years. And when I mean "around," I mean existing (not necessarily me knowing about them). Anyway, here are some bands that are relatively New and that I enjoy.ARCADE FIRE - They might be Canadian, but their overlying theme of death and lost innocence through positive and uplifting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/114503066310091020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/114503066310091020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114503066310091020' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-114072990449165975</id><published>2006-02-23T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:25:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while. Lets catch up.Right now, I am sitting in our very empty lab at the New School of Pharmacy. The building is absolutely gorgeous. Our lab itself is 2 large rooms + 1 cold room + 1 equipment room, with shared Autoclave, Dishwasher, and Centrifuge Room. My new boss is amazing.. not only is she incredibly smart (she was paid the big bucks to transfer her lab from Dartmouth College </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/114072990449165975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/114072990449165975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114072990449165975' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-113695915939301968</id><published>2006-01-11T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:59:19.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. I said that this blog was the end of an era and there would be no more entries. But...I've decided that the four plus years that I have wrote here haven't amounted to anything great. Now that I'm pretty much on my own and working on really elaborate science projects, I've decided that posting a few things once in a while can't hurt.So expect more to come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/113695915939301968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/113695915939301968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113695915939301968' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-111689719109615667</id><published>2005-05-23T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:28:47.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://yourmomscience.blogspot.com   SWEET.I am sorry to inform you that a water coloured stain has died.There is no longer any passion to let you know about the exciting things that are happening.Having a Live Journal, Blogger, Grey Matter, "I need to be Emo or Indie and express my entire unexciting, unmotivating and unoriginal feelings to the world" account is no longer a desire.If people think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/111689719109615667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/111689719109615667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111689719109615667' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-110646453667871821</id><published>2005-01-23T02:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T02:15:36.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was a song by Shudder to Think way back when called "Hit Liquor," that reminded me of the shirt we just saw, "Klit Liquour." So on that crass note, the term "tossing salad" is the funniest things I have ever heard to describe homo-erotic anal sex. Amanda loves telling people to go "toss her salad," and it's damn funny. I mean I get this mental picture of some 500 pound fat man, who is in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/110646453667871821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/110646453667871821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110646453667871821' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-110462404506095496</id><published>2005-01-01T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:02:48.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is the new year.. And I don't feel like quoting Death Cab for Cutie, but it's about time for me to write something pejorative, or maybe an overview.1. David Lynch is a GOD, or a "construction worker"The Lady in the Radiator represents SUICIDE, because in "Heaven, Everything is Fine." I'm not going to hype about David Lynch, but I KNOW he is amazing. And if you don't think he is amazing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/110462404506095496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/110462404506095496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110462404506095496' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-110150069590002936</id><published>2004-11-26T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T03:10:42.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been so long! And guess what... I took the GRE on Monday and got Math: 700, and Verbal: 590! That means I got a 1290 and that's pretty damn close to a 1300!!! I am so so happy. Anyway, Fall 2004 is almost over and I'm trying to get into some Pharmaceutical Science Grad School Program because I want to develop, engineer, and deliver drugs for a living OR possibly get hired by one of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/110150069590002936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/110150069590002936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110150069590002936' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-109259975122231068</id><published>2004-08-15T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T15:55:51.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I got asked on a date the other day by this kid I met at the Coney Island Siren Festival. And it was perfect timing because I was bummed out all week about a ton of things. He's a really awesome person and stuff, but I don't know. I'm going back to school in two weeks and I am so bad at being faithful when it comes to long distance relationship shit. So I'm gonna take it as it is and see what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/109259975122231068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/109259975122231068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109259975122231068' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-109191799874715061</id><published>2004-08-07T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T01:04:20.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Twenty One. I broke up with Ryan because of the fighting. It worked better when he was away. Whenever I'm down I go on somewhere else, so I went to DC to visit Eric because he persuaded me to go down. I'm glad I went because he arranged for his roommates Jeremy and Dan, Bidya, Dave, Leon (who came all the way from marine training stuff), Nita and Alan (friends I met thru Ryan in Brooklyn), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/109191799874715061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/109191799874715061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109191799874715061' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-109093404502750318</id><published>2004-07-27T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T01:03:42.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in Love. That's right. I love the band Blonde Redhead. I am totally and utterly obsessed with Misery is a Butterfly. It's probably one of the best albums I've ever heard in a while. The video for Equus is amazing because Kazu actually did fall off of a horse and was left injured. The entire video is like a surreal journey of her trying to recover from the accident and still love horses. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/109093404502750318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/109093404502750318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109093404502750318' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-108895842758174253</id><published>2004-07-04T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T12:27:07.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright. Another Month. It's Independence Day. Woooo. Here's a rundown..Ryan is extending his Indonesian trip for one more week. One of the layover stops is in DC, so then he's staying with Eric for a while. Ryan is a jerk. These last weeks I've been working, but Paterson is the worst city in NJ I've decided because in 2 weeks I was robbed and I got into an accident (totally not my fault </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/108895842758174253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/108895842758174253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108895842758174253' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-108687598563941398</id><published>2004-06-10T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T09:59:45.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude. I don't have to be in at the hospital until 11, and I am up now. Damnit. One day I will learn how to sleep well, and never wake up again.So j. robbins and his wife started a new band called Channels, and I really like the song "Storytime." There's something about the voice of j. robbins that's so great.. like sincerity or something.Been reading "The Time Traveller's Wife," which isn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/108687598563941398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/108687598563941398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108687598563941398' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-108620208020705205</id><published>2004-06-02T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T14:48:00.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've had a re-obsession with LES SAVY FAV lately, ever since the new CD "Inches" came out. I've been listening to "GO FORTH" and "THE CAT AND THE COBRA" for the last 4 days over and over. DAMN, they are so amazing. Ever since I saw them live 2 Falls ago, I've been like, whoa! I'm amazed. But there's this awesome show coming up @ Volume (Brooklyn, NY) with both two of the most amazing bands (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/108620208020705205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/108620208020705205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108620208020705205' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-108508523037469635</id><published>2004-05-20T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T16:34:37.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. It's really been long, so much that Blogger got all high tech and shit. Been working as a Pharm Tech (getting trained) for one of my mom's hospitals. Saw El Guapo last week. AWESOME AWESOME SHOW. Saw the Mooney Susuki Monday at the Bowery. Bidya came home; we've been hanging out almost everyday this week. Ryan and Matt and I have been making random friends in Hoboken around the river walk. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/108508523037469635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/108508523037469635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108508523037469635' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-107885396968651001</id><published>2004-03-09T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:41:44.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhh! It's been like more than a month. Crazy Shit. Well, there's been nothing going down but work -biochemistry, evolutionary bio as a W, analytical chem, and physics. it's a lot, but i'm kicking it's ass. it's spring break, and i'm spending most of my week at exotic new brunswick, also known as RUTGERS or SLUTGERS visiting Bidya and thugs. i went to boston 2 weeks ago (had enough of the work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107885396968651001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107885396968651001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107885396968651001' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-107478809892510398</id><published>2004-01-22T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T11:16:26.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memo to Ryan, Matt, Danny, Erik, Niki, Bidya, the Wire, and all of those I have recently offended by sending you this link:I am without laptop. Virus infected. Too bad you cannot inject your laptop with happy vaccines with non viral DNA. I am reduced to nothing but a cell phone and as you know already I don't answer it. Hearing is bad. I should have never attended so many shows in my lifetime. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107478809892510398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107478809892510398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107478809892510398' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-107417816254816954</id><published>2004-01-15T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T09:50:43.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to go back to school. I have just discovered new things about the East Village. It snowed or something last night. The last two nights we've been hanging around discussing what anime character I remind my friends of.. conclusion: Faye Valentine (with major feature adjustments).Modest Mouse Shows Feb 4 + 5, I will probably miss them (So Sad) but you should go if you've never seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107417816254816954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107417816254816954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107417816254816954' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-107348713227488413</id><published>2004-01-07T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T09:53:24.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 days ago I found out that a friend from high school killed herself on new years even, drug overdose in a hotel. Shocked that I'm only mentioning it like this... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107348713227488413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107348713227488413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107348713227488413' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-107318506340346451</id><published>2004-01-03T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T21:58:52.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At Ryan's apartment in Hoboken. After a day or so, he forgave me for making him stop 5X on the way to DC to visit Erik for New Year's. That is crazy shit. Anyway, he's too busy playing Max Payne 2 with Matt right now, and we were suppose to go get something to eat because I am so HUNGRY. SUGAR COOKIE! I think I will order 30 dollars worth of Chinese on Ryan's credit card, and see if he notices. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107318506340346451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107318506340346451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107318506340346451' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-107266737009688169</id><published>2003-12-28T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:10:33.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As loose as our relationship was, Matt and I are taking a break, a long break. My idea: relationships are for old people and I'm young. His idea: law school is too consuming and Kat is Kat. We're both really cool with it; we have to be because we're friends with some of the same friends. Lately I've seen a pattern in the activities of my friends at home. It's like they're vengeful against their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107266737009688169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107266737009688169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107266737009688169' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-107178920703690538</id><published>2003-12-18T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:14:20.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Loehman's is AWESOME:1. I was able to buy myself early xmas presents for myself: 2 French Connection sweaters almost 60% off original price, I bought a discount Anna Molinari dress, first time owner of this amazing designer :), and I got some BCBG Max Azria shirts for cheap, too. Wow. I love this store.2. Dooney + Bourke's on sale -- merry xmas mom3. emporio armani is only 30 dollars there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107178920703690538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107178920703690538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107178920703690538' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-107136074324481868</id><published>2003-12-13T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T19:13:12.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Q and not U song "X Polynation" is stuck in the head; I really really like it. I'm at Matt's new apartment in Hoboken, NJ. How cool is that? I've always wanted to live here and embark on the pseudo-yuppie punk inhabitances. Oh yeah and btw, I just got home. I'm done with my finals. Done with the ACS organic chemistry final, and organic chemistry in general forever. Niki came over this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107136074324481868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107136074324481868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107136074324481868' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-107052476672213616</id><published>2003-12-04T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T03:00:05.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rundown on the happening. Nikki and I love the Bagley Mischka. He's our new designer of the year. Nikki believes Bagley Mischka,  Lou Reed, and Pixies Lyrics are the best things in the World! We will be hanging around FIT and NYU over break, and we are in search of an awesome establishment in Hoboken, NJ for dwelling. I missed Hey Mercedes in Springfield, but that's Okay cause I see Bob every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107052476672213616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/107052476672213616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107052476672213616' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106888401198353287</id><published>2003-11-15T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T03:13:52.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you believe it? I'm halfway done with my MCB Major, and it's like a never ending Misfits song for me, "WHOA....." That's really groovy because I'm looking at Grad Schools in the city, and so far I really like some schools in Philly, like The University of the Sciences. Even though NYC is my LOVE, I like traveling and "seeing" different places. That's why I pretty much stayed here at UConn. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106888401198353287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106888401198353287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106888401198353287' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106836968942845582</id><published>2003-11-09T04:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T02:57:07.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matt and I are going to DC over Thanksgiving Break, and I get to visit Erik! How cool is that? That means 9:30 club for all of us.If you live in a different world, then you can probably be indifferent to many things. And if you're different, then you can detect indifference in the best of people.I haven't had anything interesting to say in a while. I think I'm just sleepy........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106836968942845582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106836968942845582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106836968942845582' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106715638836283872</id><published>2003-10-26T04:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T04:19:48.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Besides going back and forth to RI and seeing the amazing DEATH CAB + Mates of State, I actually wrote a farce black humor gotta-be 2 Act Play with Steve Ovadia on the former Drama Club in our high school. We were able to incorporate greek tragedy (in which each low life has a Tragic Flaw), allegory, the common theme of man vascillating from good to evil, and many disgustingly crude stereotypes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106715638836283872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106715638836283872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106715638836283872' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106685177076721872</id><published>2003-10-22T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T15:42:50.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. new visuals. yay..2. love new death cab and hey mercedes, so far..3. had my first full-fledged conversation with an acquaintance using all pixies lyrics.. how cool is that?4. ddr max 2 is pretty cool.. max unlimited on standard can break your spirit.. max unlimited on heavy can break your back..5. ignoring all advice from the docs, i drank 4 double shots of expresso (really 8!!!!) in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106685177076721872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106685177076721872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106685177076721872' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106504587553404381</id><published>2003-10-01T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:04:35.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Listy:1. My Engl271W Prof wants me to switch and be an English Major because she says I see things in class that others don't (like I noticed raindrops in the stanza's of William Carlos Williams "Red Wheelbarrow.") I mean, If I wanted to make obscurity into a career,  I'd jump on.2. 2 Organic Chem Exams next week. Matt is visiting this weekend. Yay. 3. Yay Modernist movement. I smell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106504587553404381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106504587553404381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106504587553404381' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106429157298961316</id><published>2003-09-23T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T00:32:52.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Talky, Just Listy:1. Organic Chem II blows Crimson Wave on Heavy Mode.2. I should probably get an Ekocardiogram done when I get home. Heart Palpatations suck, and I miss Coffee!3. DDR Metal Pad Rules! I'm the Buddha Shiza.4. There were once these blind sheep, and sheep are stupid to begin with, and they all followed this big Pig, a BOAR with full, roaring testicles. And the BOAR wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106429157298961316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106429157298961316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106429157298961316' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106325845192536538</id><published>2003-09-11T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T01:34:11.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hours. Minutes. Seconds.  To bring into this world an abomination is not a well-defined crime. Why create names of hatred and cynicism? Why pick out a crib, a high chair, or a package of disposable diapers?Learned the value of the Dollar. Sold a spirit to a lark. Made a path through Barbed Wire fences and Coal fires. Told a joke once in a while. And in the lightness of her final hour she was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106325845192536538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106325845192536538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106325845192536538' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106308781988614758</id><published>2003-09-09T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T15:21:23.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RYANNNNN get your ass-idic DDR BUTT over here and PLAY DDR with me like Glen Danzig would, because I've got something to say. I raped your mother today. And it doesn't matter much to me as long as she spreads. I met some fellow Misfits fans the other day at School when I was walking down the road and singing I TURNED INTO a MARTIAN in combo with TEENAGERS FROM MARS and WE ARE 138. LESSONS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106308781988614758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106308781988614758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106308781988614758' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106273876555373537</id><published>2003-09-05T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T01:12:45.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cannot sleep --&gt; i can't help but be depressed over a friend's situation.. i mean, i know if the things in her life were happening to me right now i would handle them much differently, but that's just what bothers the hell out of me. a friend, her mom was just diagnosed with malignant stomach cancer.. and she has been having stomach problems for a while, BUT their insurance wouldn't allow them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106273876555373537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106273876555373537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106273876555373537' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106133296115347904</id><published>2003-08-19T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T18:42:41.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Fader. I'm going to Wash. DC from Wed to Friday, then Friday night, Tori Amos!!!! at PNC. I'm going to visit Eric at George Washington U., do some punk dancing, see Les Nubians at the amazing 9:30 Club, then packing for school. Don't miss me too much.Sorry I skipped out on talking about the Summer Vacation Tour Reunion, I was too pissed about the power outage, and the Path.. I played Eye </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106133296115347904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106133296115347904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106133296115347904' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106105381452409867</id><published>2003-08-16T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T13:10:49.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got stuck... on the fuckin' path train. damn power outage. but oh the chaos of nyc, smells like the blood of a trembling animal. joyous joyous. my mom was a nervous wreck, i sware she was drugged on anxiety medicine. i don't think she was not that nervous about me on the path -and not being able to reach me (no cell phone access) but oh she was worried to hell about the loss of central air </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106105381452409867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106105381452409867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106105381452409867' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106078426498536961</id><published>2003-08-13T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T10:22:32.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I go to Job Number 3 (1. Cafe 2. Deli 3. Johari (Thrift Store, filling in for Nikki) Let me just BLOG. New Ikea in Paramus, Gonna hit there and see what Scandinavia has to offer... after work. Julie: Did you leave home already? Cause I barely saw you this summer. SUMMER VACATION TOUR reunion.. :)Magna Cum Laude boy and I aren't working so well. Maybe because he's in Lie School, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106078426498536961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106078426498536961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106078426498536961' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106044626370322586</id><published>2003-08-09T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T12:24:23.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, was hanging out and watched Real Time with Bill Mahr - That man is so fucking hilarious. Someone has to help me get into the Panel one episode, esp. when they start talking about California's Governor Race. Let's go Larry Flynt. He's gonna hustle you for a vote. I think he'd bring new, new meaning to Internship. What California needs is a governor who has tourette's and endorses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106044626370322586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106044626370322586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106044626370322586' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-106010911538497851</id><published>2003-08-05T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T14:45:15.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey hey how's it been. well let's see, my jaw feels better! and i turned another year old. saw amazing Longwave and Rhett Miller over the weekend. Greatest news is that I got Tori Amos tickets. She's the most amazing musician I have ever heard or have ever seen Live, and this will be my second time catching her perform, and I love her, and yeah I'm ranting. listening to mogwai, broken social </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106010911538497851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/106010911538497851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106010911538497851' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-105977228942512873</id><published>2003-08-01T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T17:11:29.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my face looks like shit for the last 3 days all for 3 wisdom teeth. damnit. Pre-Law Magna COME Loud boy brought me koolatas and a copy of Maxim, only one of the best magazines in the world! It's the one with the Reality TV hotties, including the Paris sisters! Anyway, I've watched The Fabulous Life of J.Lo and Ben Affleck 6x in 2 days, and yes the codeine made me lose it completely, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105977228942512873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105977228942512873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105977228942512873' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-105949290416967302</id><published>2003-07-29T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T11:35:04.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have this week off. wisdom teeth are being removed today just so i can get lots of codeine and hallucinate with a baked potatolistening to mars volta and xiu xiu..  Ahhhhh..went to mexicali rose yesterday because funky burrito was closed. there was a bird following me. antique shopping -looked for an old chinese tea set, you know the one with the round cups, and rhinestone broachesmy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105949290416967302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105949290416967302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105949290416967302' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-105838097271567326</id><published>2003-07-16T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T14:46:59.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andalusia, Andalusia! Wanna grow up to be.. Be a DEBASER!!!To my content, there are strong rumors of a Pixies reunion in addition to a My Bloody Valentine reunion. And man, it's enough to drown puppies in dire excitement! Let's see, MODEST MOUSE Saturday, and maybe I can have kaleidescope aim with a bee bee gun and new terriers. Remaining Books of the SummerPrague     Arthur Phillips (in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105838097271567326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105838097271567326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105838097271567326' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-105802360600604687</id><published>2003-07-12T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T11:26:46.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Q and not U/Aloha Show Tonight !!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105802360600604687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105802360600604687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105802360600604687' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-105742379201975067</id><published>2003-07-05T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T12:49:52.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I admit it. I am a big fan of Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, and I adore Q and not U, which I'm going to see next Sunday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105742379201975067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105742379201975067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105742379201975067' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-105702469059280454</id><published>2003-06-30T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T21:58:10.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like I've said already, Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead is one of the most amazing books I have ever read, and I do read a lot. So I picked up The Atlas Shrugged today along with Camus' The Stranger because it looks like a three hour read and I heard a lot to do about his "man's vascillations between good and evil" stuff. Planning to read Prague, a somewhat modern tribute to the expatriates, and All </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105702469059280454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105702469059280454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105702469059280454' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-105647957030819464</id><published>2003-06-24T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T14:32:50.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fountainhead has completely drained all of my thinking but I can't actually talk about it yet. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105647957030819464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105647957030819464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105647957030819464' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-105535901990477533</id><published>2003-06-11T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T15:17:00.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pixies Tourette'sDanny on Field Day: "When I saw Radiohead.. it was like sex for my ears."  How messy!Drive my car into the oceanFinished Demonology and Cider House Rules and now reading Fountainhead one of the best books I've read in a while. And this I know, his teeth were white as snow. What a gas it was to see him! Walk her everyday into a Shady Place, with her lips she said: "Hey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105535901990477533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/105535901990477533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105535901990477533' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-95338370</id><published>2003-06-05T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T16:54:23.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been working two jobs, one at the cafe &amp; the other at this Deli down the street. Joyous Joyous I made sixty four dollars in tips one night. Fabulous. Anyway, I'm sitting here waiting for Christina to shower so that we can go eat Vietnamese, and I have to tell you a short story. It's random, sorta, and it's been in my head for a few days, so here it goes:So I haven't had any racial problems</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/95338370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/95338370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95338370' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-94965865</id><published>2003-05-27T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T21:15:52.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I needed to come up with a better way of separating real life from stories I write, you know, perhaps put the short stories that I write on a separate page or blog or something. So I decided recently to take Steve Ovadia up on his offer, and write for his crazy site SILOgism. He's almost done with it, so from now on I'm just gonna put anything that I write on that site. I'll link the page </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/94965865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/94965865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94965865' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-94918567</id><published>2003-05-26T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T16:59:27.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three whole days. Three whole fuckin' days of walking into the bathroom just in time to vomit this lifeless feeling from my stomach. I wish I could feel the exasperating pain in my stomach and gut while I relieved this sickness. There's nothing there. Just bile. No food, just bile. Yellow and transient, and just disgusting enough to revert all of my hopes and pitiful dreams into horrible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/94918567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/94918567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94918567' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-92917488</id><published>2003-04-20T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T03:12:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Did you ever know someone who had narcolepsy?" "No. Why?""Because.. I wonder what it feels like... ""It must feel like dying.""What does dying feel like?""That's what I want to know."I could wake up early. I could set an alarm, wake up at the crack of dawn and hear the friggin' birds chirp, but that's not me. If I woke up early, I'd think about how nice it would have been to sleep late. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/92917488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/92917488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92917488' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-92554531</id><published>2003-04-13T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T21:48:37.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It took me years to see through the differences in the texture of skin, it's color, the way it looks when it's punctured and bruised, or blackened and branded, and the way the reddish tint changes color as the blood trickles. The differences in smiles, some cracked, short, and expanded, relieved, disgusted, and fake, serious, bitter, depressed, anguished, painful, and decietful.  I'd like to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/92554531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/92554531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92554531' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-92031922</id><published>2003-04-05T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T03:30:37.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am in this room. I've seen this room before. I have no idea where I've seen this room before, but I've definitely seen it. My vision fades in and out of foggy consciousness. It's clear. Room size and positions of objects-- they are all becoming clearer.  I see this Man. He is five foot eleven, pale and well built. He walks right toward me and says: "I'm going to rape you." My flaw in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/92031922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/92031922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92031922' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-91756112</id><published>2003-03-31T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T23:53:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Compatible. Soul Mates through youth and schooling: elementary, high school, college. Married. Plans. Future. Finances. Income. Shared. Responsibility. Problems. Children, none. Children, none yet.      sperm and egg malfuction. child there is none. no child. nondisjunction. zygote less. infertile. no child. no future.fighting. arguing. threatening.  DIVORCE.  not Soul Mates.          </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/91756112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/91756112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91756112' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-91101247</id><published>2003-03-20T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T22:59:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MirrorI pu ekaw at 6AM and take tuoba an hour walk in Picadilly Circus, and I see the lions, but not the hustle and bustle. I'm a writer, and I hear what They say about my work, but I can never ees it. My editor, Lynn. She is Like a geneticist that cracks the codes of AND sequences and setalsnart meht; and thus, makes my novels better. My thoughts are reven this gnisufnoc; it's just what semoc </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/91101247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/91101247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91101247' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-90574858</id><published>2003-03-12T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T02:46:53.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to grace under pressureevery thorn is embedded into the brain, becoming a picture book obituaryand the blood rushes out like water in a faucet,with fears and tears and indifferences all tangled, speech and honesty and brilliance mangled.when lies roll with the enunciation of the tongue, silence is no longer a pun..for truth, for hurt, for me, for you, fore gone.the mirrors are all smashed, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/90574858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/90574858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90574858' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-90443071</id><published>2003-03-10T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T02:10:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one could honestly say that they were blood related, but they were related by convention. And how unconventional it was, they were brother and sister, intentional but irrational. Their parents weren't really their parents, but they called them Mom and Dad. They were by some definitions a "family," and by others a group of loosely goverened states. And like this, they were ambiguous. Nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/90443071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/90443071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90443071' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-90032488</id><published>2003-03-02T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T23:44:28.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last RightsRoses can circulate the room. Sunshine can seep through the windows to lighten the dimness, but nothing can penetrate the stillness of death at it's final hour. Here she was, spread out like a martyr of pain. Intravenous hookups and an oxygen tank beside the bed. Unconscious statements and drifting incoherent babbling. Concentrated liquid morphine is quite powerful and can reduce </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/90032488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/90032488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90032488' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-89763606</id><published>2003-02-26T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T02:29:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TokensMobile Transport. Subways. Impartiality and no smiles. Nine AM in the mornings. Blue Line to Central. Cross over to Red Line. Five stops later and I've entered the tar pathway to the Glass Dungeon. Structure and definition make the time pass. Familiarity and routine make life pass. Overtime? Sure. I need the money. Working hard, stocks and exchanges. Wealthy telephone calls that exclaim "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/89763606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/89763606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89763606' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-89296354</id><published>2003-02-18T04:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T13:03:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ex-PatriotThere are things that you notice about the color and the shades of toliets when you are looking at them from an aerial view. You would only be thinking these things about the toliets when you were looking down at them in disgrace, in despair, in disgust, and most of all, disillusionment. Time after time you repeat a voice of fragile courage to reassure yourself. What you are doing is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/89296354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/89296354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89296354' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-89284910</id><published>2003-02-17T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T23:44:46.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bands Far and American Football and One Line Drawing and New End Original all have something in common.. No more analogies to the Kinsellas. Snow Days suck, I think I ate a lot, and I played Devil May Cry 2 for 2 hours with Geri and we only made it to Mission 5. Ahh! So guess what? If everything goes according to Plan... Ahh.. Knock on wood, well I'll be in Boston this weekend and it's gonna be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/89284910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/89284910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89284910' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-89157673</id><published>2003-02-15T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T19:47:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Love Ester Drang. I Love Ester Drang. I Love Ester Drang. Bang Bang Bang..That Liars song Mr. Your On Fire Mister.. is stuck in my head. Superchunk was [is] an amazing band. They will always remind me of a Mondrian Painting.I think I know what morning sickness is like, probably as much as I didn't know I was Epstein Barr + last semester.. Mono from who?To the B-I-D-D-Y likes KavaKava and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/89157673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/89157673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89157673' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-88791910</id><published>2003-02-09T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T10:40:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playlista:The Replacements "Let It Be"Red Hot Valentines "There is no Plan B"American Football "Self Titled"Read about my new Band obsession Esther Drang. I'm in Love. Insomnia has definitely hit me hard this week. Maybe because I'm always hungry at 1AM so I eat then I get hyper until 6AM and then I have to force myself to sleep so that I won't sleep the next day away, although that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/88791910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/88791910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88791910' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-88637174</id><published>2003-02-06T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T02:32:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playlista: Breaking Pangaea "Cannon to a Whisper"My Bloody Valentine "Loveless"Cap'n Jazz "Analalphabetapothology" Blogger blocked me from my account for a few days, and well, I wasn't able to use my computer posting entries so I thought "Why bother?" What's Crazy: When was my Advisor going to inform me that I needed to request Laboratory Time for next year (or before I graduate) so that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/88637174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/88637174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88637174' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-88485120</id><published>2003-02-03T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T14:07:09.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playlista:Spoon "Kill the Moonlight"AFI "Sing the Sorrow"Morcheeba "Charango"The groundhog was forgotten, but global warming was not forgotten! Praise the Lord, Hallelujah that New England stopped trying to be Alaska. I did get my hands on that Joan of Arc CD.. My oh My, haha! I only listened to the first song so far because I've been behind, and well let's say they can make music but I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/88485120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/88485120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88485120' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-88163465</id><published>2003-01-28T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T02:17:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Songs Rainer Maria "Knives Long Drawn"     someone help me get my hands on that new joan of arc cd so i can say bad things about it finally jkhey u guys. i'm going, yes i'm going to the dismemberment plan show in feb. and yes.. (todd, coughs*) going to the inevitable HM/armor for sleep.. breaking pangaea show in boston, and i'm bringing that Tall One cause she thinks she knows the lyrics to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/88163465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/88163465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88163465' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-87938501</id><published>2003-01-23T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T23:30:08.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah i can't figure out what the fuck blogger is doing to me.. so this shit thing will do for now. note to todd, shef, and that girl with the thing at the bowery.. i got my nose pierced and i have no pics to show u.. sorry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87938501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87938501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87938501' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-87488067</id><published>2003-01-15T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T13:52:59.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Songs: Q and not U "Soft PyramidsMilemarker "Banner to the Sick"Cato Salsa Experience "Listen to me Daddy O"That Q and not U song is like Sesame Street. Today's Dischord band lesson is brought to you by the letter "Q" and not "U."There are a few songs that will never ever get old. I'll probably be playing them with gray hair and telling my test tube grandchildren about the crazy winter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87488067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87488067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87488067' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-87379165</id><published>2003-01-13T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T19:09:23.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, a post dedicated to dreams and nightmares.. Well, seems like I can't remember any of my dreams when I'm at school.. When I'm home I have really crazy dreams, maybe because I do actually sleep sometimes! Wait, but the one dream I had at school that I remember is the Chow Yun Fat dream that some may have heard about. Ok, I was dating Chow Yun Fat and I got to go to his movie premier where he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87379165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87379165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87379165' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-87271549</id><published>2003-01-11T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T13:44:12.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playlista:Superchunk "Here's to Shutting Up"About 3 nights ago I watched Donnie Darko for the second time, and then wam bam thank you mam, I didn't sleep until 6AM. Then I had to wake up at the crack of light 8AM cause the cleaning ladies were here and I had to let them in. Then I took a nap right after they made my bed. Funny, I destroyed the bed making and lied in it to take a long winter's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87271549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87271549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87271549' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-87124272</id><published>2003-01-08T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T14:02:22.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playlista:Luna "Romantica"Reading books is fun. Read some books at work, actually the novella by Rick Moody after all the short stories; it's amazing in a graphic Requiem for A Dream way. It's all about ill fate, how the lives and deaths of a bunch of junkies are relative in the East Village, NYC. It explores human need and loneliness using sexual decay and emptiness. Truly, it was an amazing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87124272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/87124272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87124272' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-86678600</id><published>2002-12-29T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T21:12:34.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playlista:GTA CompI'm sad. Not only is New Delhi cancelled :( :( :( but one of myfavorite bands ever, SHINER broke up. Tuesday, December 10, 2002(from the official website) "HEAR YE, HEAR YE: After much difficult deliberation, we, the gentlemen of Shiner have decided to end our working relationship together and pursue new projects."Okay, so I'm really really sad.  Almost as sad as when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/86678600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/86678600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86678600' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-86592981</id><published>2002-12-27T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T12:22:55.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playlista:The Avalanches "Since I Left You"Q and not U "Different Damage"Various Artists "20 Years of Dischord" (4x CD)merry xx mas xx to you all.. ha, that looks cute. saw interpol- the band a few days b4 xx mas xx &amp; decided to talk in phrases. syntax = bad. back home in nj, leaving the 30th. can't stop listening to the avalaches cd because it's too much fun. that boy needs therapy.. gotta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/86592981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/86592981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86592981' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-85986718</id><published>2002-12-14T05:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T14:39:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The year is almost over and I have neglected coherence and any real meaning in the blog. Insomnia is a state of mind that plagues me at this hour, an hour familiar to those with sagging eyes surrounded by dark underlying circles, so I shall rant. Music has changed, I have changed, but I mean we go through this period of past worn searching that brings us back to the way we were in the beginning. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85986718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85986718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85986718' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-85961468</id><published>2002-12-13T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T15:46:56.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey i'm a moron.. happy birthday blog..:x) u have been thru music, templates, retarded stories, and manipulated as a message board for friends distant to me!!!! yay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85961468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85961468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85961468' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-85496042</id><published>2002-12-04T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T14:34:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>playlista:With Honor - DemoThe ReplacementsHar Mar Superstar - You Can Feel MeFirst off, did anyone get to go to the show at Hamilton Street last Saturday? I totally forgot... :(  Second, I have a lot of work to do, something called Finals are Cuming.. yeah so.. Interpol on the 21st... psyched.  Check out Indie Sort, because Lou MacDonald has put together some great shows at Bloomfield Ave. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85496042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85496042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85496042' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-85232889</id><published>2002-11-28T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:29:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song: Modest Mouse "Lounge"playlista:The Strokes - Is This It?Appleseed Cast - Lost SongsBurning Airlines - Mission:Control!Mooney Suzuki - Electric SweatI'm really really happy, I sware! I saw the amazing Strokes/Mooney Susuki show in Roseland last night.. It was major Kick Ass! Somehow I managed to get a ticket for the same Friday show. Yeah, I'm so fuckin' awesome. Haha.. Then a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85232889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85232889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85232889' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-85036658</id><published>2002-11-24T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T23:04:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song: Sigur Ros - "Staralfur"playlista:Rainer Maria - Ears Ring EP Rites of Spring - End On EndDeath Cab for Cutie - Something About Airplanes (this one never grows Old!)Wheat - Hope and AdamsThe Gloria Record - Start HereInterpol - Turn on the Bright LightRye Coalition - The Lipstick Game(* This is a new Thing, and they're all CD's!)Okay.. New Rainer Maria EP is really awesome. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85036658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/85036658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85036658' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-84852970</id><published>2002-11-20T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T23:39:03.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs:  Mix CD for the HM Mixin' It Up CD Send for Fall - Early Winter Tour! (No HM, Friction, or Braid included!)Tracks: TBA later, It's a Surprise!Ok. Send in Your Mixed Tapes or they'll be grouchie on their Fall - Early Winter Tour (in conjunction w/ Get Up Kids, Avail, more.. Juliana Theory tour was cancelled) I wonder what they would think about the Geoff/Todd/Kat Math Rockin' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/84852970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/84852970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84852970' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-84698491</id><published>2002-11-18T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T03:21:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs:Interpol "NYC"Rye Coalition "The Lipstick Game"Audio Slave "Conchise"The Mooney Susuki "A Young Man's Mind"Okay.. Hi. Did you know that Chris Cornell is in Audio Slave? Yes'm, and it's weird because the music of Audio Slave sounds just like Rage Against the Machine rifts/beats and Chris tried to take on the role of Zack of Rage, but somehow it all came unraveled. Anyway, I guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/84698491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/84698491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84698491' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-84294642</id><published>2002-11-09T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T19:49:59.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way, I hate it here.. I can't wait to leave.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/84294642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/84294642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84294642' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-84294589</id><published>2002-11-09T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T19:48:34.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song: John Vanderslice "Bill Gates Must Die"Yay! I'm finally getting into John Vanderslice. Listened to the 'Mass Suicide Occult Figurines' CD today. It's definitely interesting enough to listen to five more times. It's all in how you construct the song, not the song itself. I'm not so sure about that. That be like it's how you pour the brownie mix into the bowl, not how delicious and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/84294589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/84294589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84294589' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-83952109</id><published>2002-11-03T04:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T04:16:53.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs: June of 44 "Southeast of Boston"                              Joan of Arc "White Out"                             The Smiths "These Things Take Time"Can't sleepies.. Hyper.. Lots of songs going down. Losing all my punk roots.. Almost.. Losing all my pop punk sorta like Drive Thru Records roots. Never have I celebrated Halloween this many days of my life until this year. Woo! Woo!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83952109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83952109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83952109' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-83886601</id><published>2002-11-01T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T14:26:05.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs: the issaac brock music collection (modest mouse to ugly casanova)Halloween, the day to be something you're not, has become Halloween, the night to realize that you can't be something you're not... or you can't be somebody with someone you're not with... even if it is possible, and you are willing to be that someone... that someone else isn't willing and only half interested, waiting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83886601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83886601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83886601' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-83558704</id><published>2002-10-26T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T12:51:12.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs: anything that involves j. robbins(at least i didn't say anything that involves steve albini)some suggestions:burning airlines - identikit (the song)  hey mercedes - que shiraz   dismemberment plan - back and forth   jets to brazil - yellow lemon black  jawbox - sound on soundnew band obsession: Reunion Show      old band obsession of the week: Joan of Arc  (and  of course, Jawbox)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83558704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83558704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83558704' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-83385038</id><published>2002-10-22T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T23:05:16.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs: there are manyUnderworld "Two Months Off"The Reunion Show "Nobody"Brendan Benson "Tiny Spark"Tori Amos "A Sorta Fairytale" - New!Rites of Spring "Nudes"Thicke - "When I get you Alone"I've been busy, but look who's goin' on tour together:Ka = [The Strokes][Ben Kweller] = 2.7 x 10^ -3                            pH = 2.57      acidicGotme tickets - I'm the buffer in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83385038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83385038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83385038' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-83242711</id><published>2002-10-20T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T03:03:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song:Ann Beretta "Wave of Destruction" I was just invited to go see No Doubt - Garbage with The Music Journalista of Boston today (the show is today). It's gonna be Hella Good if I make it there. Remember that woman mental patient in NJ who killed herself by drinking too much water? She actually flushed a considerable amount of electrolytes from her body so that brain activity was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83242711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83242711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83242711' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-83042127</id><published>2002-10-15T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T11:33:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs: Euphone "Wickedness"Okay, I'm back. Below post, Rick Moody fucking Hemingway inspired short story written circa 2AM to 3AM, and blogger was 15 minutes slow posting it, and yes, I wrote it. Lots of great releases from Polyvinyl: Pele, AM/FM, and Matt Pond PA. New Jets to Brazil "Perfecting Loneliness" CD is officially out, you can pre-order Death Cab for Cutie's "You Can Play these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83042127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/83042127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83042127' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-82770188</id><published>2002-10-09T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T22:20:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's no surprise they found her dead. She died when he met her, and deep down inside he knew that she was dead. All he had to do was look in her eyes in order to realize that a heartbeat was missing. He usually chose girls who were passive, quiet, even depressed or confused. She had none of these characteristics. In fact, she was apathetic to her surrounding let alone her own feelings. She had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82770188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82770188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82770188' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-82622243</id><published>2002-10-07T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T00:30:48.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs:Rainer and Maria "Hell and High Water"Pinback "Penelope"Zine is so behind. All apologies to all. Yep, we're changing the zine from Monthly to whenever see fit. Okay? I'm so fuckin' tired. Most of all, I'm down and out and extremely confused. If I can stay stoic for a few weeks, maybe I'll just stay sane or I could land a role as Portia in Julius Caesar. Long weekend soon, going Bye </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82622243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82622243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82622243' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-82438985</id><published>2002-10-02T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T00:23:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs: Pele "Hospital Sports"Shudder to Think "Hit Liquor"Lula Divinia is back in print. Koufax "Social Life" will make a life in the stores in a few days. Behind on Zine Thing. Famous last words of chick without an orgasm: Coming soon, promise. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82438985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82438985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82438985' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-82341462</id><published>2002-09-30T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T21:36:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs: Koufax "Let Us Know" (from 'Social Life')Am/Fm "Rugburn"The Misfits "Scream"Killer Migraine's from Masagascar leave a nasty scar. Laugh hard; it's a long ways to the Bank..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82341462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82341462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82341462' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-82179164</id><published>2002-09-27T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T01:20:06.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs:Ugly Casanova "Parasites"Shiner "Sempri Fi"Recover "The Feel is Gone"I just woke up.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82179164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82179164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82179164' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-82151067</id><published>2002-09-26T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T15:01:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs:Armor for Sleep "The Wanderer's Guild"Jawbox "68"Slowride "I'm Everything Without You"Elliott Smith "Pitseleh"Matt Pond PA "The Party"You can be living with someone for years and years, not just living, but being with someone and have no fucking clue about them. Change is to blame, but change is sorta awesome too. You can also be without someone or not know anyone for years and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82151067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/82151067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82151067' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-81977445</id><published>2002-09-22T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T23:48:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the songs: This Day Foward "Significant Others"The Smiths "Panic"Death Cab for Cutie "Fake Frowns"Doug Martsch "Window"Here is a formula for having a good day - with help from overzealous Smiths' fans and poser hardcore listeners like myself:Begin your early morning with Orange Juice and bands like No Knife, This Day Foward, Shai Hulud, Time in Malta, and Converge. You can even make a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81977445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81977445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#81977445' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-81745604</id><published>2002-09-17T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T19:41:24.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song: Rhett Miller "Come Around" Bloggin on Cate's puter and on Cate. Let's see, my port will be turned on very soon tomorrow. How fun! That means lots of Tom Waits and Converge downloading for Kat. New Cave In CD "Tides of Tomorrow" coming soon, and I'm truly Xx-static-xX. Yay to hardcore vegans; you're so punk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81745604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81745604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81745604' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-81697038</id><published>2002-09-16T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T19:38:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song: Tom Waits "The Piano Has Been Drinking"I've been watching 120 Minutes for about 10 years. I stayed up until 4AM watching M2 because Trail of Dead was on the show. They're interview skills aren't so great. How many cell phone rang in 2 hours? Yeah. Well, in case you missed it, they played the new Flamming Lips video - very "Sheryl Crow 'Leaving Las Vegas' meets Bee Gees in Polyester </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81697038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81697038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81697038' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-81565656</id><published>2002-09-13T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T20:17:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the songs:The Cult "She Sells Sanctuary"Q and not U "A Line in the Sand"Apples in Stereo "Not the SameThe Smiths "Bigmouth Strikes Again"Here's the deal. I've been removed from the university network until ResNet decides to unblock my ethernet port. I didn't have an anti-virus program because I wanted to have lots and lots of CD's ripped into my computer. An anti-virus program, who th fuck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81565656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81565656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81565656' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-81327285</id><published>2002-09-08T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T17:44:34.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song: Les Savy Fav "Pills"I've been hungover since Thursday; not something I'm proud of but I'm in the boring state of CT and there's nothing the fuck to do here but drink.  Anyway, I'm going to Skate Fest Saturday in Worcester to find another husband and convince him to move with me to Utah and start the Salt Lake City Indie Rock scene (SLC Punk!). Saturday is the Emo Day of Skate Fest; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81327285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81327285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81327285' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-81192463</id><published>2002-09-05T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T11:56:39.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song: Time in Malta "Thoughts like Rain"Not much music related stuff to blog about other than the mere notion - more bands should start sounding like Pavement and Built to Spill and 764 Hero again, and less like Dashboard, Weezer, and Home Grown.I'm feeling better. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81192463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81192463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81192463' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-81104929</id><published>2002-09-03T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T16:17:24.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song: There's a List..Rocking Horse Winner "Tomorrow" The Sunday's "Goodbye" Sparta "Collapse" Pavement "Elevate me Later"Aimee Mann "It's Not"Orbital "Halcyon and On and On"Elliot Smith "Say Yes"Blondie "Heart of Glass"Pretenders "Brass in Pocket"Yep. I listened to all those songs over and over. Plus the entire new Aimee Mann CD "Lost in Space" which is as beautiful as Bubbles the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81104929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/81104929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81104929' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234324.post-80966000</id><published>2002-08-31T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T22:34:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the song: Jets to Brazil "Your X-Rays Have Just Come Back From The Lab And We Think We Know What Your Problem Is"New Jets to Brazil CD that isn't released until Oct. 15th, supposedly, is really good so far thanks to Jade Tree, one of my new favorite labels. Home of old skool Promise Ring and Girls Against Boys. This also reminds me to tell you all that Milemarker's new CD "Satanic Verses" is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/80966000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234324/posts/default/80966000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watercolouredstain.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80966000' title=''/><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14275041847256477894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
