<?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-5425928822535012160</id><updated>2011-08-02T12:59:09.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K·A·T·E [♥]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3376835308439937030</id><published>2010-08-22T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:29:46.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long, Blogger.</title><content type='html'>I haven't forgotten about you. But I do have another blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeannaelene.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.jeannaelene.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3376835308439937030?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3376835308439937030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3376835308439937030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-too-long-blogger.html' title='It&apos;s been too long, Blogger.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1677926424500796626</id><published>2010-07-14T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:43:07.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer.</title><content type='html'>I kinda lied when I said I'd keep this updated. ^_^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heeeeheeee. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1677926424500796626?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1677926424500796626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1677926424500796626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html' title='Summer.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4528040030926978083</id><published>2010-06-17T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:12:28.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been watching Grey's. And surprsingly, I'm liking it better than Private Practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing good about Private Practice now, is Addison's pretty face. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4528040030926978083?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4528040030926978083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4528040030926978083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/06/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7615330995085056760</id><published>2010-05-27T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:16:49.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Damn!</title><content type='html'>Haha! It's been a long time since I've been on blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to make this proposal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the summer is near, I'll commit most of my time to my blogger and my Tumblr... (all of my blogging sites.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been super lazy because... I admit - I'm too preoccupied with my boyfriend. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7615330995085056760?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7615330995085056760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7615330995085056760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-damn.html' title='Oh Damn!'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2145055138524768449</id><published>2010-04-13T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T02:34:15.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam and Amelia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hooked up! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That would be awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2145055138524768449?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2145055138524768449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2145055138524768449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/sam-and-amelia.html' title='Sam and Amelia.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7828938937153436865</id><published>2010-04-13T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T02:23:12.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"An Anyway Friend is the one person in your life who no matter what they say or do, no matter what they’ve been through with you, they love you anyway. No matter how old you are or your responsibilities, if you have love, real unconditional love, you can make it."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Sam Bennett &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I've found my Anyway Friend&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7828938937153436865?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7828938937153436865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7828938937153436865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/anyway-friend.html' title='Anyway Friend.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-388677464747141645</id><published>2010-04-10T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:47:11.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War.</title><content type='html'>So what...? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is Pete and Violet going to fight for custody of Lucas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah! I'm hating all this anticipation and waiting! &gt;&lt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-388677464747141645?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/388677464747141645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/388677464747141645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/war.html' title='War.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4083259060331583697</id><published>2010-04-09T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T04:21:58.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserving.</title><content type='html'>Addison deserves to be happy! What the fuck are you waiting for Shonda!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING HER SAD AND SO OUT OF CHARACTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW, SHONDA RHIMES!!! &gt;&lt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid I can't stress it enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4083259060331583697?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4083259060331583697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4083259060331583697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/deserving.html' title='Deserving.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6183079206441408917</id><published>2010-04-01T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:36:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push.</title><content type='html'>That’s the problem.  Surgeons are achievers.  Over-achievers.  And they’re used to being successful.  But you can’t win at every game, no matter who you are.  Seeing them wander outside their comfort zones… it’s so very painful.  But the beauty is, they try.  They push.  They attack.  Comfortable or not.  Confident or not.  They push.  And slowly… slowly… they grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Writers. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6183079206441408917?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6183079206441408917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6183079206441408917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/push.html' title='Push.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4867843091999030480</id><published>2010-04-01T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:13:02.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's work.</title><content type='html'>I'm not having the best time but it beats staying home. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4867843091999030480?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4867843091999030480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4867843091999030480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/04/mums-work.html' title='Mum&apos;s work.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6034059436344424261</id><published>2010-03-31T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:41:23.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>Instead of wishing everyday was Saturday, I actually look forward to those Mondays and Tuesdays because of you. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6034059436344424261?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6034059436344424261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6034059436344424261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-5786212434178496153</id><published>2010-03-26T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:02:43.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is my Boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>032610&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! I miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-5786212434178496153?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5786212434178496153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5786212434178496153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/032610.html' title='God is my Boyfriend.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1798094304933227416</id><published>2010-03-19T03:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T03:07:07.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew it.</title><content type='html'>I knew they were checking each other out. I mean, it's SOOO obvious and they're both really good looking. I think they'd look cute together. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd write my opinion about this couple I saw at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1798094304933227416?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1798094304933227416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1798094304933227416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-knew-it.html' title='I knew it.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4211290236237994810</id><published>2010-03-10T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:21:18.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Accidents</title><content type='html'>So. Teddy. Poor girl came to Seattle for one reason. Owen. Even if she didn't admit this to herself. But then she got here and reality set in. Owen didn't invite Teddy here because he loved her. He brought her here because he loved Cristina. That's gotta suck. I'd probably be on the first plane back to Iraq. But not Teddy. She stuck to her word and stayed through her contract, even if that happened to be torture. And slowly, with time and hard work, she's seeing that there's more to Seattle than just Owen. There's a great job. Good people (like new BFF Arizona). And there's this amazing student – Cristina. What I love about these two is that they're like an old couple. They fight, make up, fight, make up...and it makes them both better doctors. Cristina's a maniac when it comes to surgery, stealing lungs and taking crazy risks in order to do something that will go down in the record books. Teddy's brilliant, but more careful and experienced. Together they're a force to be reckoned with. In this way, coming to Seattle for Owen and getting Cristina instead is Teddy's happy accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Cristina's happy accident in this episode? Well it could've been getting to operate on Harper Avery's bowel obstruction but homegirl screwed that up the minute she treated him like a batty old man in the ER. Like all of you, Cristina didn't know that Jackson's grandfather was Harper Avery (a family tree dreamed up by Shonda way back when we were planning out our new Mercy West characters). Jackson wanted to keep this little tidbit a secret. He's like Meredith that way. Both of them were born into surgical legacies, a twist of fate that makes them both very lucky. But with that luck also came some crappy parenting. Ellis was a bulldog of a mother and Harper Avery seems to be the same kind of grandfather. You don't become one of the world's most successful surgeons by being nice.  You claw your way to the top, working nonstop and neglecting your personal life to get there (as we saw Ellis do in the last episode). I imagine it'd be pretty hard to turn this killer instinct off when you step into your house each night. There might be some residual meanness left over for your family. If you're Mer or Jackson you can deal with this in one of two ways – become resentful and angry, or be all half glass full and grateful even though you'd rather just whine. I love Meredith for knocking some sense into Jackson at the end of this episode. Harper Avery's old and set in his ways. Dude's not gonna change so why not just give in and take him for who he is – an arrogant jerk who can teach you MANY MANY things. Sadly, I'm not sure Meredith would've been able to say this to Jackson if her mother were still alive. Dead parents put crappy parents in perspective. Whine all you want, but you're gonna feel pretty dumb the minute they're not there to kick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move on to Mark, who is nothing but a hot mess these days. He’s sleeping around, yelling at Alex, taunting Derek...  He’s old Mark basically, which is understandable considering he just had his heart broken. Twice. Lexie dumped him and Little Sloan took off for God knows where. If the guy didn't have abandonment issues before, he's definitely got them now. Still, as much as he's trying to find pleasure in his old, bad habits, Mark's a changed man. He's no longer satisfied by rolls in the hay with strangers. Heartbreak was good for him. Don't believe that? Watch what happens with Mark in the next few episodes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other happy accidents did we see in this episode? Well there's Richard, who's slowly beginning to realize that getting ousted as the Chief can maybe be a great thing for him. As Harper Avery reminds him, he's more than just a great Chief. He's an innovative surgeon who does groundbreaking research – research he'll now have more time to work on now that he's not bogged down in board meetings and contract negotiations. Lemons into lemonade, people. You know, just like hearts in vaginas… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, worst segue yet, but I need to move on to Lexie. A girl whose heart lives in her vagina. Krista Vernoff gets credit for this line (as well as Cristina's follow up, "My heart lives in my scalpel.") It came from the idea of whether it's possible to have sex without feelings. We'd all like to believe this is possible, and for some people, it definitely is. But not Lexie. Girl's as touchy feely as you get. The anti-Meredith really. Which is why I love her. Because even though Lexie's going through this episode acting all blonde and badass and feeling-less, there's no doubt she's a feelings-kind-of-girl. Look at her face in the scene when Alex says, "I'm all about not feeling." She knows he's talking about Izzie – about all the crap he's been through in the past few months, years, life... And she feels terrible for him. Same goes when she sees Mark's face after catching her with Alex outside the on call room. As much as she can pretend to fight it, Lexie is nothing but one big ball of mushy feelings. In fact, I’m guessing that’s why she didn’t make it to Girls Night. She needed to go home and have more feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some Girls Night. In fact, Girls Night pretty much sums up my adolescence. And college years. And...well my entire life really. So you can imagine my excitement when Shonda pitched a Girls Night baseball scene as the way to end this episode. A location shoot! At night! With the ladies!! I was psyched.  But then came the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It never rains in LA." That's the lie people tell you when you move here. Just like the traffic's not that bad. Bull. Cause it does rain and there is A LOT of traffic. What really sucks, though, is when it rains and you're scheduled to shoot at a baseball field. Cause that means our amazing Exec Producer Rob Corn comes to you on set and very gingerly asks if there might be an alternative setting for your Girls Night scene. One that can take place inside, for instance. Everyone on the crew had ideas. Bowling, mani pedis, pool, game night, pottery night, cooking class, sex class...and pretty much every other activity any normal group of ladies would do for a night on the town. Our ladies aren't normal though, which is why it really had to be baseball. One, because this was a callback to episode 603, when Owen, Derek, and Mark took the girls there to get their mind off the merger. Two, because I don't believe Cristina and Meredith would ever agree to do anything the rest of the world would do. Spa day? Clubbing? They'd rather be operating. Fortunately, the rain soon ended and thanks to a very accommodating, adventurous crew we made it to the muddy baseball field a few days later. We got to see Bailey swing a bat, Arizona complain, and Teddy knock the hell out of the ball…without any accidents happening. I, for one, was happy with how it all turned out. You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4211290236237994810?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4211290236237994810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4211290236237994810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-accidents.html' title='Happy Accidents'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6226310878017458038</id><published>2010-03-10T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:49:16.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naomi.</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry. I didn't want for this to happen. It was those -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THOSE STUPID ADDISON/SAM SHIPPERS! &gt;&lt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted your husband and Addison to be together. I was on your side the entire time. I didn't want you to get hurt but they did. You see, they have no sympathy. Unlike you and I, they are heartless. They care not for your feelings, as long as your husband is sticking his tongue down your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;best friend's&lt;/span&gt; throat, they are fine. They somehow get aroused by traitors. I know you feel betrayed and in my heart I feel the pain you feel. From that very first kiss they shared - I'm sorry, Naomi. I'd give you a hug but you'd refuse and hug Fife instead. I never wanted this to happen and so didn't Addison, so don't be so hard on her. Sam was the person who pushed to be with her and she fought back and said, "No. You're my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;best friend's&lt;/span&gt; ex husband and I will not do this to her." then after that he went all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McJerky&lt;/span&gt; (IT'S NOT &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GERYS&lt;/span&gt; BUT I'LL USE IT ANYWAY) and tried to make her jealous by going out with ANOTHER neonatal specialist - see? Addison's a Neonatal Surgeon and Sam's new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is a Specialist for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neonatology&lt;/span&gt;. Addison didn't want to hurt you, Sam did. Addison's been through enough sadness, it's getting really irritating that she's fallen out of character. I can't even number all times Addie has cried this season. So don't be so mad at Addison for doing the right thing. Beat the fuck out of Sam for, he deserves it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6226310878017458038?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6226310878017458038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6226310878017458038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/naomi.html' title='Naomi.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1971868200359401758</id><published>2010-03-08T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:54:44.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past. I Cried.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxqSIuc4ryk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxqSIuc4ryk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because it was beautiful (beacuse it was) But because when Addison was with Derek, happiness beamed from her smile. That unfamiliar smile that I haven't seen since she was married. Watching this, I almost thought that Addison was a complete stranger and that's why I cried. I cried because at one point, Addison &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; happy and in love. I'm sick of this sad Addison. Turns out, she was happier in Seattle than she ever was in L.A. So why did Shonda say that Addison will find a second chance of happiness when really, she up and walked out on her second chance? It's confusing I know, but that's how Shonda works. She'll have us lingering on one thing while she's secretly changing everything else. She's a clever woman, who says that she doesn't ship and yet she's all for MerDer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1971868200359401758?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1971868200359401758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1971868200359401758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cried.html' title='The Past. I Cried.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1478128113369394602</id><published>2010-03-06T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:21:39.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Flying.</title><content type='html'>I fell in love with the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how Pete didn't divert her attention by kissing her or telling her that everything's going to be "okay." I love how he just sat and made her cry reassuringly in his arms. So I wrote a little something. A fic. Never wrote a fic but I tried. It's about the thought that ran through Pete's head after he delivered the line, "I'm going to hold you while you cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I used to think of you as tough, strong and arrogant and yet, here you are in my arms vulnerable, fragile, and discouraged. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his head these words repeated themselves over and over and in reality he thought he had actually told her. But no. He had remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his arms gently around her, strongly observing the comfort of her presence he was quiet. Hoping to bestow only one thing; reassurance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g94/naelene_bro/bestow.jpg" width="400" height="250" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1478128113369394602?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1478128113369394602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1478128113369394602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/fear-of-flying.html' title='Fear of Flying.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2595120255011163962</id><published>2010-03-05T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:25:16.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's new GF.</title><content type='html'>"I don't like Vanessa! She needs to leave. She even said, "Addison Montgomery. My entire professional life I've been hiding in the shadows of the reputation of the famous double board certified red head. I'm not gonna do it in my personal life too." Well Vanessa I say go back to hiding in the shadows of Addison's reputation, where you belong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kinda mean.... and kinda true at the same time!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2595120255011163962?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2595120255011163962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2595120255011163962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/sams-new-gf.html' title='Sam&apos;s new GF.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3377660083478664159</id><published>2010-03-05T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:18:46.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's March!</title><content type='html'>And this month is FULL of Padidson surprises. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also know that Shonda will FUCK everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the new episode and I skipped only to the Pete/Addsion scenes. Yes, me! I have a problem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3377660083478664159?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3377660083478664159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3377660083478664159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-march.html' title='It&apos;s March!'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3213562575906075587</id><published>2010-02-26T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:45:49.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly?</title><content type='html'>What's everyone's deal? I mean. There's nothing wrong with Pete and Addison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO HEARTED BASTARDS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3213562575906075587?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3213562575906075587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3213562575906075587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/honestly.html' title='Honestly?'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-50056893858190933</id><published>2010-02-24T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T04:19:29.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cove.</title><content type='html'>It was featured on the big screen at our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP DOLPHIN SLAUGHTERING! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-50056893858190933?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/50056893858190933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/50056893858190933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/cove.html' title='The Cove.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-183590433869486749</id><published>2010-02-24T01:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:09:32.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie-addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 500px" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/6898c0.jpg" width="300" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burke:&lt;/strong&gt; May the best man win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addison:&lt;/strong&gt; Excuse me, lady cheif right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-183590433869486749?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/183590433869486749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/183590433869486749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/burke-may-best-man-win.html' title='Addie-addiction.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/6898c0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6540389250555680991</id><published>2010-02-22T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:29:45.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AnoBayan!</title><content type='html'>The question is; "Does Shonda Rhimes hate Addison?" Viewers are confused because Addison is a very interesting character and Kate portrays the part so well. It's always fun to watch an optimist play a pessimist. I get a kick out of it, really. Kate is a very optimistic person, always so smiley - hell she was laughing when she got arrested one night. Kate is the funny person over at Private Practice. Off camera, she's always finding inappropriate jokes just so that everyone around her could have a good time. Kate is the complete opposite of her character, Addsion. Addison is fun and witty but recently, she's been sad. And it sucks seeing Addie like this but then I realized, she's always been sad. Her husband from season 2 of Grey's was in love with someone else, how could you stay happy at the thought of that? Knowing your husband has lost all interest in you and found them in some other person. Addison is a world class neonatal surgeon, one of the best in her field, and her husband leaves her for a resident surgeon...He promised he'd try to let their marriage work but he broke it just like he did her heart. It's sad. So why is Addison always sad, Shonda? When is this SADDISON ever going to leave, because when Addie left to L.A I was convinced that she'd find happiness. But no. So, does Shonda Rhimes hate Addison? No. Shonda says that she loves Addie. The reason she tortures Addison on the show is for the benefit of Kate. To expose Kate's incredible acting skills. Kate as Addison could be funny, weird, random, serious, sad and even happy. But honestly, Addison looks beautiful in all the masks of emotion she wears. Kate plays Addison to the extreme. Tears, and eyeliner smeared down her face - it's art, actually. Kate deserves an award. I agree with Shonda (and so do the rest of Kate's fangirls.) Kate does deserve an award for "best leading actress in a drama series." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latest episode, when Sam said, "I don't ever want to see you again." I cried. I cried so hard, it's ridiculous. These recent PrP episodes are so sad. I cried three episodes in a row. But those words that Sam said to her, they weren't the first time she's heard those words. The first time she heard it was from Derek. After their divorce was settled and she was asking him to take the Brownstone in New York. The second time Sam said it, but this time the line was delivered perfectly. She tried to hold back her tears as he walked away but she was broken. I felt her pain, I felt my heart break with hers. Call me weird but it hurt. When it comes to Addison, I'm very sympathetic. But Addison has been sad all her life. It's like in inevitability. Like she can't escape from it. But Addison thinks sadness as a drug. The more you get of it, the more immune you get. But it's not. And she's a doctor, she should know that. But like everyone else, she tries to convince herself that she's happy when really she just can't face the truth. But even since Grey's Addison is still the same. Shonda lied and promised that Addie would be happy because in Seattle she was miserable. And Pete. What are you doing? I don't think I want to ship you guys anymore. I mean, you guys used to be so cute but now it's like you're just using her. He is. He loves Violet and Addison doesn't need that anymore. I hate it when Addie becomes THAT person. The person who's with a person who's in love with someone else. When she was with Derek, Derek loved Meredith. When she was with Alex, Alex loved Ava or Rebbecca - he loved someone who couldn't even remember who she was. When she wanted to try again with Mark, he loved Lexie. And now Pete. In season one, they were so cute and now... I don't know. I hope they work things out. But Shonda says that if Addison was ever in a stable relationship it'd be the end of the show. So we can't keep shipping Addie with anyone because they might only stick around for a few episodes. But honestly Shonda, Addie needs more happiness in her life. Don't make her think that sadness is just karma for what she did to Derek because Derek double cheated and yet he's married and happy. It's such a shame that the only source of happiness Addison gets is when she's in surgery. Like reality beyond the scrub room and O.R doesn't exist. She controls what's going to happen and she makes it happen the way she wants it to and everything always goes her way. She makes miracles happen and when she holds that scalpel her patient's life becomes more important that hers. Addison deserves happiness outside that O.R. ADDIE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few clips of how well Kate plays SADDISON. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbA30-wLsXo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbA30-wLsXo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_6WuJw0lq0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YO-N9mgCXaU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6540389250555680991?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6540389250555680991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6540389250555680991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/anobayan.html' title='AnoBayan!'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1393686604052855646</id><published>2010-02-18T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:24:19.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Long Day...</title><content type='html'>I shall come home to this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9FA7qgvR70&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9FA7qgvR70&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhYeahhhh. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1393686604052855646?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1393686604052855646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1393686604052855646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/after-long-day.html' title='After a Long Day...'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-802234598211599229</id><published>2010-02-16T23:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:01:08.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Tim's a Great Person.</title><content type='html'>"I like Tim, I don't think he's a creep. I find him pretty honest in every interview he gives. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think Addie/Sam is over either but who knows... I wonder how it's gonna happen if Addie/Pete get together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that it's majorly the interviewer that dictates how Tim acts in interviews because when the interviewer keeps suggesting Addison and Pete's sex scene, he's a man, every man has a dirty mind to some extent especially when dealing with someone as sexy as Kate. I mean come on.  But when they actually ask about something of substance like his work with the Creative Coalition, the good Tim Daly comes out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-802234598211599229?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/802234598211599229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/802234598211599229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-tims-great-person.html' title='I think Tim&apos;s a Great Person.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8053408262729615451</id><published>2010-02-16T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:58:27.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Who Agrees!</title><content type='html'>"I don't think it is over either, think there's much more drama to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though in Tim's defense. If I'd be acting on a show together with Kate I also would want on a ship with her (trying for the right ship-talk here, focus on trying), share steamy scenes with her and try to promote the shit out of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8053408262729615451?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8053408262729615451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8053408262729615451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/someone-who-agrees.html' title='Someone Who Agrees!'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1404491022305350663</id><published>2010-02-16T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:55:32.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace.</title><content type='html'>"haha, that video is hilarious still don't get why everyone seems to be rooting so strong for Addisam. I am not totally against them and yes they are hot but there's just too much awkwardness screaming out of every pore. Dunno if that'll change for me... could be... who knows. I think the potential of Paddison totally depends on the writing..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1404491022305350663?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1404491022305350663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1404491022305350663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/grace.html' title='Grace.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4439560244241157373</id><published>2010-02-16T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:53:50.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Deal...</title><content type='html'>I haven't been online for quite some time and I'm basically quoting everyone I agree with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Tim said &lt;em&gt;'it's about time that happened&lt;/em&gt;' he so means Addie and Pete!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4439560244241157373?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4439560244241157373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4439560244241157373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/heres-deal.html' title='Here&apos;s the Deal...'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-5743065190567241871</id><published>2010-02-16T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:49:23.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True True!</title><content type='html'>"Some people want Addie/Sam but others really hate them together. I don't think Paddison would make the ratings go down. To be honest I think she has more chemistry with Pete, Addie/Sam is a bit awkward, it seems a bit forced."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say but... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-5743065190567241871?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5743065190567241871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5743065190567241871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-true.html' title='True True!'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1231402011443214861</id><published>2010-02-16T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:47:33.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah! Long Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Paddison is probably never really over because they never ended it. Kevin came along before she could kick his ass really badly.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think that she would really lose ratings on it. Sam wouldnt let her go that easily, especially not towards Pete - so there would be some fighting etc. - which could make it hot and thrilling. To get them now together would be far to quick for a tv show ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I cant have Addek, I go for Paddison!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1231402011443214861?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1231402011443214861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1231402011443214861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/woah-long-time.html' title='Woah! Long Time!'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-5129298136348230318</id><published>2010-02-12T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:14:41.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like We Used To?</title><content type='html'>I can't get that A Rocket to the Moon song out of my head. I love it. Oh, Nick, marry me already. If you listen to this song and watch this vid without audio... complete beauty. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ck7n1nyzys&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ck7n1nyzys&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-5129298136348230318?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5129298136348230318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5129298136348230318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-we-used-to.html' title='Like We Used To?'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-5246467432476127838</id><published>2010-02-12T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:07:06.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry, Fife.</title><content type='html'>Naomi is going to spend alot of money on Viagra if that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-5246467432476127838?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5246467432476127838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5246467432476127838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sorry-fife.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry, Fife.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7042292360996730905</id><published>2010-02-12T03:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:35:41.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Times.</title><content type='html'>You've officially made it to the fourth. The fourth man to admit to her that you love someone else. Derek was the first, Karev, Mark and then you, Pete. Thanks for hurting my girl. She knew she couldn't save her marriage and she knew that Derek loved Meredith so she let him go... She tried to love Alex Karev but he loved someone who couldn't even remember her own name. She was sooo close with Mark, but he was in denial and so he did something very Slaoney - he lied. (Or did he?)  Please stop doing this to Addison. She's hurt way to much the exact same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I honestly think, Pete, that you'd make her happy the way she used to be. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7042292360996730905?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7042292360996730905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7042292360996730905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/four-times.html' title='Four Times.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3246147735313342290</id><published>2010-02-12T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:52:18.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry, Sad, and Broken.</title><content type='html'>SHONDA, WHY MUST YOU BREAK MY HEART LIKE THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: There's something I have to tell you... I'm still in love with Violet.&lt;br /&gt;A: I think I love Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D:&lt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt; and -_-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3246147735313342290?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3246147735313342290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3246147735313342290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/angry-sad-and-broken.html' title='Angry, Sad, and Broken.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1296629676003226505</id><published>2010-02-10T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:17:34.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Daly is a Paddison Shipper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THERE'S FINALLY PROOF! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hallelujah, Shonda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Private Practice: Will Pete and Addison Play Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly three years of inner-office foreplay, Oceanside Wellness Center docs Addison Montgomery (Kate Walsh) and Pete Wilder (Tim Daly) seen closer than ever to getting down and dirty. Having put her flirtations with Sam (Taye Diggs) on the backburner, could this be the week for the Private Practice duo? Tim Daly offers some intriguing teases about the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey's Anatomy’s undisputed super couple is Meredith and Derek. If you had to name the Private Practice super couple fans are most rooting for, whom would you choose, Mr. Daly?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Interesting. A year ago, I probably would have said Pete and Addison, and I may say Pete and Addison again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I agree. You think it’s time they got it on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-TV romances have got to play out over time. If they burn out too quickly there’s no place to go. But the powerful spark between Pete and Addison I believe has a good chance of combusting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps as soon as this Thursday night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Let’s just say they have not consummated their relationship yet on the American Broadcasting Network. And I’m not saying they won’t. There were various make-out sessions last season – in the examination room. But it was all interrupted passion. And for God’s sake, I think it’s time they get on with it and find out what they got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what’s it about you and Kate Walsh that clicks so well on screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-We get along great in real life. That helps, but doesn’t always mean anything. It’s odd. We first worked together on (the 2000-01 series) The Fugitive, but we never saw each other. I played Richard Kimble and she played a cop. And then she played my surprise ex-wife on (2007’s) Eyes. We had a fantastic love scene in that, but then of course two weeks later she played Dempsey’s surprise ex-wife on Grey’s Anatomy, so we were history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What made yours and Kate’s Eyes love scene so fantastic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kate was really game to just go for it. On the set, we invented something that was unique and left a lot to the imagination, which I think is a lot sexier than something more explicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, sometimes. Assuming you and Kate have already shot your Private Practice love scene, what might it have been like behind the scenes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-(Laughs) Well, assuming that we have, it’s a weird thing to do, because there’s always taped nipples and flesh colored underpants. All very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They taped your nipples, Tim?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-I know. My beautiful nipples were not revealed to the American public, which I’m really mad about. It’s just silly, because there’s only so much you can show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So can we assume that the Pete/Addison love scene is one of those ‘less is more’ scenarios or is it all out there on display?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Let me just say that I think the moisture level of the fans will be high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the big medical case in this episode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-It’s funny, oddly topical and creepy. It’s about some teenagers who are living out their "Twilight" fantasies by pretending to be vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So a romantic Valentine’s Day tale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-(Laughs) No. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addison has obviously slept with both Derek and Mark Sloan – and carried on a flirtation with Sam. Does all her doctor playing with associates bother Pete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Oh for God’s sake, Pete can’t be worried about that. Especially Pete, who has banged receptionists and psychiatrists. Please. It’s like a freaking Petri dish on Private Practice. We’re all swimming around in each other’s bodily fluids all the time. We just have to hope Pete’s wearing some kind of body condom during all this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1296629676003226505?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1296629676003226505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1296629676003226505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/tim-daly-is-paddison-shipper.html' title='Tim Daly is a Paddison Shipper.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4152543341738067520</id><published>2010-02-08T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:56:57.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Script.</title><content type='html'>It's kinda sad that we're like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even done. -_-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4152543341738067520?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4152543341738067520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4152543341738067520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/script.html' title='Script.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6619098795814745901</id><published>2010-02-06T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:32:50.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3x13 Shotgun.</title><content type='html'>It was better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I saw the Promo for "Love Bites"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shonda really is letting out her Buffy obsession on her own shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping for Paddison fluff.  I know Pete had his chance but he actually never told Addison why he never showed. Maybe it'll be something sweet and maybe it'll be a response that'll send all the Addie/Sam shippers to love Paddison. Pete did have his chance, I noticed... But Addison and Pete is how it all started. The kiiss in the stairwell, come on, tell me that that wasn't some sort of subliminal message about the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6619098795814745901?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6619098795814745901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6619098795814745901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/3x13-shotgun.html' title='3x13 Shotgun.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3485157950035183826</id><published>2010-02-03T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:23:28.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison Deserves This Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ix7VWrQexIU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ix7VWrQexIU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really understand just how lonesome Addison was until she gave that heartfelt, “Thank you” when Derek asked her if she wanted to have hot sex. This gorgeous woman is profoundly lonely and it breaks my heart a little and I think she deserves a few moments of shower bliss with her dreamy hubbie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3485157950035183826?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3485157950035183826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3485157950035183826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-didnt-really-understand-just-how.html' title='Addison Deserves This Again.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3934705191832189963</id><published>2010-02-03T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:25:45.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Matter.</title><content type='html'>http://www.greyswriters.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3934705191832189963?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3934705191832189963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3934705191832189963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/grey-matter.html' title='Grey Matter.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7171042219357161208</id><published>2010-02-03T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:22:46.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Wrote It.</title><content type='html'>And you don't know who Paddison is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7171042219357161208?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7171042219357161208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7171042219357161208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-wrote-it.html' title='You Wrote It.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2964544208580555651</id><published>2010-02-03T01:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:18:54.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fact.</title><content type='html'>Kate Walsh asked if she could make her own webisodes for fans. We give her a camera, she does what she wants. Funniness happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that woman. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2964544208580555651?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2964544208580555651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2964544208580555651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-fact.html' title='Fun Fact.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3765879797166805313</id><published>2010-02-03T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:17:04.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Take, Baby?</title><content type='html'>PP Renaissance Man: Chris Lowell travels the world taking amazing photographs. Seriously. Like, professionally. When he's not acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP Noisemaker: Kate Walsh is learning to play the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP Speedy: Amy Brenneman used to be a track star. She once ran a 5:20 mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP Serious and Awesome: Tim Daly has been sober for 27 years. Not many people know it. And I think he rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP's Sexologist: Ummm...in real life? KaDee Strickland never uses silverware when she eats. Odd, right? Discuss amongst yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP's Private Dancer: Taye Diggs secretly calls "So You Think You Can Dance" one of his favorite shows ever. (I do too actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Degrees of PP: the last job Paul Adelstein had waiting tables was procured for him by fellow waitress Kate Walsh. She quit. He got fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to gossip but: Audra McDonald is deathly afraid of balloons. That's right, I said balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day today I will be tweeting secret stuff I know about the cast of PP. They may kill me but I am tweeting it anyway. Watch for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3765879797166805313?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3765879797166805313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3765879797166805313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-your-take-baby.html' title='What&apos;s Your Take, Baby?'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8961300554544845538</id><published>2010-02-01T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:44:31.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make it Look Ugly.</title><content type='html'>There was this girl on myspace. Her Default name was "k dub"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look for it. It's not hard to find an asian girl with the name k dub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry to burst you r bubble but, there is only one k dub that could pull it off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's Kate. Go cry now because you're not as pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8961300554544845538?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8961300554544845538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8961300554544845538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-make-it-look-ugly.html' title='You Make it Look Ugly.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6354394237875978969</id><published>2010-02-01T05:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T05:02:34.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb.</title><content type='html'>It's the month of VALENTINES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6354394237875978969?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6354394237875978969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6354394237875978969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/feb.html' title='Feb.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-698733166988871984</id><published>2010-02-01T04:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T04:57:31.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From P to A.</title><content type='html'>Your eyes are PURE BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and it's absolutely beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG, PADDISON!  Just get past the "friends" thing already, will ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-698733166988871984?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/698733166988871984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/698733166988871984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-p-to.html' title='From P to A.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-5574784953006157717</id><published>2010-02-01T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T04:49:40.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Shonda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/jj1op4.jpg" width="290" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the best decision you've made since... since you decided that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDreamy&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McMarried&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-5574784953006157717?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5574784953006157717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5574784953006157717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-shonda.html' title='Oh, Shonda.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/jj1op4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-5379434629461639468</id><published>2010-01-30T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T02:12:20.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends and I.</title><content type='html'>At Panoramic, the one thing we'd sceam at the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KATE WALSH!!! XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-5379434629461639468?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5379434629461639468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5379434629461639468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-friends-and-i.html' title='My Friends and I.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1385602820643508130</id><published>2010-01-30T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T02:09:46.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight or Flight.</title><content type='html'>There's not much to say but this; The school year is ending and in about 4 months my high school years will have been completed. 4 years. Has it really been that long? I'm afraid it has. It's so strange. When I was a freshman, I watched my brother walk.. for graduation. And as Howie Day's Collide started playing, cheers, yelling, and clapping filled the entire room. And I remember back to that day... I remember telling myself, "I can't wait for this to be me." At this moment, I feel like the biggest hypocrite. I dread high school graduation day. I always thought that the more serious things in life would happen over time and painfully slowly... But I was wrong. The ginormous things happen in a heartbeat. Feels like all I did was just blink and here I am now. Wow. From high school, I've learned that nothing could cure regret, I've learned that friends are friends no matter the distance. I've made note of all the little things that lift my spirits. But the most important thing that I've learned in high school is the strength to find and become yourself. In freshman year, we were all these people in a giant department store for personality. Tried some on we'd either disagreed, agreed, discarded, or approved. It was like, "Hey, see if EMO fits you." so you try it and you realize, "No. I'm more of an OPTIMIST." And at that special moment, the moment you find the right personality, you keep it. Hoping you'll keep it forever. Over four years, I've learned what it was like to be betrayed, to fail, to cry for hours because of uncertainty and doubt... But I've learned from my mistakes and I'm proud of my flaws. I'm proud that I'm not perfect and I don't go all out on a ledge just to prove that I am. I make mistakes, and I try to keep that in mind when other people make mistakes so that I don't go balistic, throwing the, "YOU COULD NEVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT." speech. Because "Even the best fall down sometimes." right? and maybe the past is something I'll never let go of. Maybe everything seems right in the past. There was Metabolism, how great was that? There was my first Puppy that I actually remembered. And there was the day I fell off a roof... landed on my glutes so I wasn't hurt. Guess that's what they're there for, huh? Safe landings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to do but fight - There's no such thing as flight at a moment like this. What's there to escape? The feeling that you may be growing up alittle too fast because you spent your entire childhood doing just that? I'm just afraid that I may wake one day and not recognize anything. But as this chapter of my life comes to an end, I'm glad to say that I've spent the right amount of years growing up and that I didn't grow up too fast. I'm glad I actually had a childhood. I'm glad I remember being out in the sun, burning my skin like a lizard in a desert. I'm happy for the scars on my knees and scratches on my face. Each one tells a story. Most will be of tomfoolery. This is like, cutting my second umbilical cord. The first time was cutting away from my mom and being welcomed into my childhood. Now, it's cutting away from my childhood and being welcomed into life. It's a scary thought and I sometimes think that I may not be able to pull through (there I go again, doubting myself) but I've had people tell me that I'd do great, and that they believe in me. So I found that I should have less to worry about. Thank you, again to those who reminded me and helped me regain my hope. And to Renee, the girl who Dreams bigger than she should. Thank you, "NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES." Right, Nae? To My Nursing Class, to Ms. Dumchus, To Mr. Healy, to Mrs. Abat, to Those stupid boys that hang out behind Mrs. Schrage's class and to those stingy locker bastards who say "EW!" way too much. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I'm just a girl with a dream to explore the universe and the next, I'm the girl who knows another word for Hermaphrodite (11 beta hydroxylase deficiency). I have dreams and goals and I will one day procure a lucky scrub cap with shades of blue and white of my own. One day, I'll be all that I would ever want to imagine for myself and I don't know when that day will be but I will get there, no matter how long it takes. Maybe growing up won't be so bad, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1385602820643508130?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1385602820643508130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1385602820643508130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/fight-or-flight.html' title='Fight or Flight.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2681456635323574512</id><published>2010-01-30T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:10:26.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie Bathan.</title><content type='html'>Although all we did was sit and talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best Saturdays I had ever spent. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2681456635323574512?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2681456635323574512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2681456635323574512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/stephanie-bathan.html' title='Stephanie Bathan.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8064746598852120959</id><published>2010-01-30T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:57:46.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathetic.</title><content type='html'>To a certain someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pain is a feeling - in our hearts, our skin, sometimes in our minds - that remind us that we are still alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Naelene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dog last year, a puppy, actually. And he was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. He was furry and very, very entertaining. I named him Gatsby, after F. Scott Fitzgerald's book, "The Great Gatsby". It was around this time (January) I was going through a period in my life where my friends didn't act like friends at all. Remember Abigael? Well she used to be ONE OF MY GREATEST friends... but betrayal happened. I had no friends to hangout with after that and the best part of going to school was - there wasn't really a best part. But this month last year I first met Gatsby. And out of all the puppies in the batch, he was the first to come up to play with me, not to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt;, the CUTEST. The others seemed kind of intimidated by me and went along playing with their siblings instead. But he wasn't. And that's when I knew I wanted to have him as my own. A month went by perfectly. One of the best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; I've ever spent. Every night when I accidentally fell asleep in the living room, he'd jump up on the couch and start biting me with his puppy teeth are extremely sharp, begging for my attention. So I'd wake up and I'd bring him inside the room to sleep with me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; was great because of him. Then March came. I was at school when he died. He died of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Parvo&lt;/span&gt;. And as I held his lifeless body in my arms to bury him I knew that I was never ever going to find another one like him. Never. My dad told me that he was too good of a dog for us to keep. I agreed. And that night I went to sleep and my room never felt so empty. There was no crying for my attention or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scratching&lt;/span&gt; on the door wanting to explore the living room. It was just silent. Dead silent - the kind of silence that gives you a ringing sound in your ears. So today when I hugged you, I felt your pain completely. And although he was mine only for the shortest amount of time, I cried. Because I felt like I knew him from another life. Like we were best friends at one point in a life that never existed. I cried for his black coat and his razor sharp teeth and the pain that he would leave on my skin in whenever we would play. I cried because in a very long time, I felt like I had a best friend again. He made me remember what is was like to laugh at someone instead of laughing along. It's a long healing process but with the right people and the right amount of support, you start to realize that great memories will never re-live themselves but then a thought knocks at the back of your mind and a pain throbs at the corner of your heart... In the end, the only thing that really matters is that those memories, at one point, actually existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I felt it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8064746598852120959?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8064746598852120959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8064746598852120959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/sympathetic.html' title='Sympathetic.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4382467697440019369</id><published>2010-01-29T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:18:05.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Did I forget Ed Burns' birthday? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4382467697440019369?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4382467697440019369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4382467697440019369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2995814814687064316</id><published>2010-01-29T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:16:35.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Panoramic.</title><content type='html'>Only hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather doesn't agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2995814814687064316?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2995814814687064316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2995814814687064316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/senior-panoramic.html' title='Senior Panoramic.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7094635061091784480</id><published>2010-01-26T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:11:06.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"She's suffering from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;secondary&lt;/span&gt; pulmonary hypertension due to a BSD. The EKG also shows a left ventricular hypertrophy and there's also evidence of right ventricular hypertrophy as well, but no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ectopy&lt;/span&gt;. She has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;-medley with increased &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hybascular&lt;/span&gt; markings on her chest x-ray and other things that Bill has written for me that I haven't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;memorized&lt;/span&gt; yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SANDRA OH IS HILARIOUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7094635061091784480?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7094635061091784480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7094635061091784480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh.html' title='Oh!'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3922517517610811775</id><published>2010-01-25T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:19:10.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Addison makes everything better and I missed her like hell. But even if I kinda want her to send the people in LA to hell and come back to Seattle where she belongs, I don't really want to see it happen beacuse the rules are: Addison in Seattle is MISERABLE and I love her too much for that."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with every word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3922517517610811775?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3922517517610811775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3922517517610811775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-favorite-secret.html' title='My Favorite Secret.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3758966469856134652</id><published>2010-01-25T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:16:46.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Diggin' the Secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Keep 'em COMIN'!&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3758966469856134652?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3758966469856134652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3758966469856134652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-diggin-secrets.html' title='I&apos;m Diggin&apos; the Secrets.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-9154494435992389023</id><published>2010-01-22T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:16:21.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versus.</title><content type='html'>Pete Wilder, Alternative Medicine or Derek Shepherd, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;NeuroSurgeon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cute Hippie Boy wins by a LANDSLIDE!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-9154494435992389023?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/9154494435992389023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/9154494435992389023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/versus.html' title='Versus.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3137963267506177707</id><published>2010-01-22T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:58:48.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>Please help it to remain that way. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3137963267506177707?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3137963267506177707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3137963267506177707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8227707652679334593</id><published>2010-01-22T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:50:55.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew, Naomi?</title><content type='html'>Did you just SCREAM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8227707652679334593?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8227707652679334593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8227707652679334593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/ew-naomi.html' title='Ew, Naomi?'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8979976115124734950</id><published>2010-01-22T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:20:22.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Wilder.</title><content type='html'>I loved that you lauged at the idea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all BULLSIHT!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8979976115124734950?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8979976115124734950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8979976115124734950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/dr-wilder.html' title='Dr. Wilder.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1767075563970493025</id><published>2010-01-21T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:55:17.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest and the Saddest Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Neil Andrea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr. Andrea, you do realize that you are the luckiest man on the planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saddest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Alex Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;In the famous and most meaningful quote by Cher, "Baby, save up all your tears 'cause you might need them someday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hurts doesn't it, Alex?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1767075563970493025?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1767075563970493025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1767075563970493025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiest-and-saddest-man.html' title='The Happiest and the Saddest Man.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3418926833594734726</id><published>2010-01-19T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:32:44.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Only Human, Addison Montgomery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Quvk7cZ8TuQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Quvk7cZ8TuQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3418926833594734726?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3418926833594734726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3418926833594734726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-drama-addison-montgomery.html' title='I&apos;m Only Human, Addison Montgomery.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1069371286160971305</id><published>2010-01-18T03:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:41:49.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have No Moral High Ground.</title><content type='html'>You did walk away from your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you do live with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1069371286160971305?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1069371286160971305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1069371286160971305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-true-vi.html' title='You Have No Moral High Ground.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1156762881325948033</id><published>2010-01-18T03:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:25:57.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depolarization.</title><content type='html'>I miss Paddison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this season, I am hoping. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1156762881325948033?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1156762881325948033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1156762881325948033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/depolarization.html' title='Depolarization.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6050505046689477880</id><published>2010-01-17T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:25:26.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Trap.</title><content type='html'>I don't know which I like better, The 1998 film or one of the recent Private Practice episode... 0_0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6050505046689477880?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6050505046689477880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6050505046689477880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/parent-trap.html' title='Parent Trap.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2219865559320634642</id><published>2010-01-17T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T04:14:11.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tequila Shots.</title><content type='html'>I'm not an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alcoholic&lt;/span&gt;. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2219865559320634642?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2219865559320634642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2219865559320634642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/tequila-shots.html' title='Tequila Shots.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4003357924295990731</id><published>2010-01-17T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:01:39.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Saucy, Bad, Naughty Nurses.</title><content type='html'>I love Cristina Yang! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4003357924295990731?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4003357924295990731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4003357924295990731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-saucy-bad-naughty-nurses.html' title='Three Saucy, Bad, Naughty Nurses.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7863641790675656570</id><published>2010-01-16T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:28:54.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Ending Questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GREY'S ANATOMY OPENING QUOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We assume the really serious changes in our lives happen slowly, over time. But it’s not true. The big stuff happens in an instant. Becoming an adult, becoming a parent, becoming a doctor. One minute you’re not, and the next you are. Ask any doctor, and they can point to the one moment they became a physician, and it usually isn’t med school graduation day. Whatever it is, nobody forgets it. Sometimes you don’t even know anything’s changed. You think you ‘re still you and your life is still your life. But you wake up one day and look around and you don’t recognize anything, not anything at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREY'S ANATOMY ENDING QUOTE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"You never forget the moment you become a doctor. A switch flips, suddenly you aren’t playing dress up anymore. You own the white coat. What you may not notice is the moment that being a doctor changes you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7863641790675656570?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7863641790675656570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7863641790675656570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-ending-questions.html' title='Open Ending Questions.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8365261442129072301</id><published>2010-01-16T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:44:00.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addisam.</title><content type='html'>People who are for this ship are SICK. I mean, Sam is Addie's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;best friend's&lt;/span&gt; ex husband. And it doesn't matter if the ex is implied... The point is, is that fans for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Addisam&lt;/span&gt; are making Addie seem like the bad person. Even fans for Noah and Addison. When Naomi finds out she'd probably kill Addison or worse. Come on guys, I thought when we wanted Addison to reinvent herself, she'd.. Reinvent herself. But no. Instead, she's the same. She's exactly the same. Between-Surgery-Sex-in-the-On-Call-Room, Addison that we wanted to leave in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the worse... She's followed her to Santa Monica. I just want Addie to be Ultimately happy... and isn't that all we want for our poor, sad and morose, Neonatal surgeon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8365261442129072301?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8365261442129072301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8365261442129072301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/addisam.html' title='Addisam.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4840117018384782526</id><published>2010-01-15T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:55:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promo.</title><content type='html'>Once again, it has lied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4840117018384782526?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4840117018384782526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4840117018384782526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/promo.html' title='Promo.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4078539151006841660</id><published>2010-01-15T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:25:03.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the World.</title><content type='html'>"One boob job at a time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PETE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4078539151006841660?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4078539151006841660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4078539151006841660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/saving-world.html' title='Saving the World.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-487293907825874679</id><published>2010-01-15T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:06:04.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy West.</title><content type='html'>How about Mercy West could take its ugliness and go WAYYY down south. -_-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-487293907825874679?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/487293907825874679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/487293907825874679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/mercy-west.html' title='Mercy West.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4692964032364165343</id><published>2010-01-15T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:33:03.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno? Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Addison: I have to ask you... Have you ever thought about adoption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloan: What, like when you pick a family from the penny saver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison: No, that's just in Juno. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDISON ADRIANNE FORBES MONTGOMERY actaully wacthed Juno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't find it a surprise seeing as she's a neonatal surgeon wanting to get into the minds of most of the teenage mothers she's treated, but... JUNO? Sloan Sloane is really a dumbass! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ADDISON and the fact that she watched Juno &lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4692964032364165343?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4692964032364165343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4692964032364165343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/juno-seriously.html' title='Juno? Seriously?'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-5343316386412190291</id><published>2010-01-15T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T04:53:44.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McNasty on the Office Floor.</title><content type='html'>It was only funny when Pete walks in. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-5343316386412190291?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5343316386412190291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5343316386412190291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/mcnasty-on-office-floor.html' title='McNasty on the Office Floor.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7421848887098980744</id><published>2010-01-15T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:56:04.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete vs. McSteamy.</title><content type='html'>I love how they have this kinda rivalry thing going on at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they get along in the end. It was super sweet. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7421848887098980744?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7421848887098980744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7421848887098980744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/pete-vs-mcsteamy.html' title='Pete vs. McSteamy.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-403862984609728839</id><published>2010-01-15T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:54:39.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maia.</title><content type='html'>It was great to have you over at Sanchez today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely missed you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-403862984609728839?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/403862984609728839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/403862984609728839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/maia.html' title='Maia.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7789116869848899206</id><published>2010-01-15T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:09:49.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From, "A month and a day from now..." to, "Just three more weeks." to, "Next week Saturday." to, "Five more days." and now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's become, "TOMORROW!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm even more excited than I was on Christmas Eve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7789116869848899206?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7789116869848899206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7789116869848899206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8770540353586315721</id><published>2010-01-13T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:52:48.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"At some point, maybe we accept that the dream has become a nightmare. We tell ourselves that reality is better. We convince ourselves that it's better to never dream at all. But the strongest of us, the most determined of us, we hold onto the dream. Or we find ourselves faced with a fresh dream we never considered. We awake to find ourselves against all odds, feeling hopeful. And if we're lucky we realize in face of everything, in the face of life, the true dream is being able to dream.. at all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-M.Grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8770540353586315721?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8770540353586315721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8770540353586315721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-dream.html' title='Dream a Dream.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4932572111950228164</id><published>2010-01-13T02:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:26:04.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? SERIOUSLY!?</title><content type='html'>I want to cut my hair. I'm just afraid that the barber would mess it up. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4932572111950228164?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4932572111950228164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4932572111950228164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously-seriously.html' title='Seriously? SERIOUSLY!?'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8881758587690961719</id><published>2010-01-13T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T03:16:50.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatchested.</title><content type='html'>"There was a list of them. They used to call me FLATCHESTED. It used to be their thing, you know, they'd call out from across the gym, they'd be like, "Katie Walsh is flatchested!" and I'm at the opposite side going, "Ugh! You're on my list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I love it! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8881758587690961719?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8881758587690961719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8881758587690961719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/flatchested.html' title='Flatchested.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-463879215203638164</id><published>2010-01-13T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:04:40.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meredith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn’t change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It’s not just a river in Egypt, it’s a freakin’ ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-463879215203638164?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/463879215203638164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/463879215203638164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/meredith.html' title='Meredith.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-5564308019669787753</id><published>2010-01-12T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:53:59.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was irritated more than I could ever imagine. My feet were wet, my hair was a mess and I was cold. I walked almost half a mile in the rain, almost certain I was going to die of hypothermia. And as soon as I walked into class we had this vocab test we had to take and I was definitely not in the mood. Who would be? I was so mad but I tried to control my anger. I buried my face into my hands and counted to ten slowly and as I did, I could feel my tears escaping and seeping through the crevices between my fingers. I thought guided imagery would help so I did that. It helped alittle. So I was less bothered and went on with my life, ignoring this smoldering pain. So after first period, I followed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Darlicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt; form signed by her teachers. Her class was upstairs and just right next to Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Healy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I thought, "Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Healy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would know what to do to cheer me up." So I visited him and he smiled upon my entrance, "Hey, Nae!" and then he laughed, a kind of, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" like he always does. "Do people call you that when they pass you in the hallways, they'd be like, 'Hey, Nae!' Do they?" I tried not to laugh so I smiled and admittingly nodded. Then he opened his desk and opened a new pack of dry erase/whiteboard markers. I told him I had markers that had little erasers on them and he protested, in a kidding matter, saying his were better than the ones with erasers on them. Then I put my head down, "What's wrong? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; bothering you?" There was nothing I couldn't share with Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Healy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. "I'm scared." and by that, he knew what I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; about, "Of College? Of the future?" I nodded because I am. The future is a horrible thought. Then he found an object in his desk. Lip moisturizer, I was sure. He tried it on, "This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tastes&lt;/span&gt; like jelly beans!" he smacked his lips together, "I don't like it!" and he wiped it off with his shirt sleeve. I laughed, "What is that?" I asked and he looked at the container squinting his eyes, "It's this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' lip &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blam&lt;/span&gt;! (Yes, he pronounced it as "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLAM&lt;/span&gt;") It's been here though and I don't know who owns it." Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Healy&lt;/span&gt; will always be one of the funniest - no, he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the funniest teacher I have ever had. So full of happiness and smiles. Then he asked, "Why are you so afraid?" I couldn't answer, but I spoke, "I mean, it's my last year here... my last. Then there's college and-" I paused, "I'm not the brightest kid, you know." He spoke, while searching for foreign objects in his desk, "You are. I mean, not to everyone, but in my eyes, you're one of the 'brights'" I was flattered, "I don't know." then he looked at me, "You don't know now but you will in the future." He raised his eyebrows at me, reassuring me that even&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; believed in me. He looked back into his desk and he continued, "You may not know, but I'm sure you do know what you're not." He paused, "You're not dumb." He lifted is head to look at me. I let out a little chuckle. He faced his chair to mine as if to tell me something urgent, "You're not the one who will be flipping my burgers or cleaning public restrooms. You have knowledge, education... Potential. And I'm sure some people, including myself, see you as a pretty bright kid. Hell, in my opinion, you may even be the brightest. You're smart, and your optimism glows from your eyes! It's unnatural!" He widened his eyes and laughed, "And you know what anasuperlactic shock is." I corrected him, "Anaphylactic." He waved his hand, "Anaphylactic, I mean. I never knew that since not too long ago - from a freaking TV show." I laughed, " You're only seventeen years old, and you know the meaning of anaphylactic." He placed a hand on my back, "You have absolutely nothing to worry about. You're going to be great." He patted, "I know it." I felt this rush of emotion come over me and the feeling of being irritated slowly melted away. "Thanks." I smiled and as I left his class he called out, "Bye, Nae!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Long live, Jim &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Healy&lt;/span&gt;! The man whose words saved my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-5564308019669787753?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5564308019669787753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/5564308019669787753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-9168439700703902203</id><published>2010-01-12T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:28:42.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think My Brother May Be Jesus.</title><content type='html'>Today on the way to school, it began to rain. I was so mad because I fixed my hair - for the first time in months, I actually got up early to fix my hair - and it rained. I had to put my jacket over my head. Then my brother, out of nowhere, suddenly says, "The rain is going to stop..." he waited, "now." And as he said that, the rain subsided and suddenly stopped. hahaha &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, "WTF? What are you, Jesus?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-9168439700703902203?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/9168439700703902203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/9168439700703902203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-my-brother-may-be-jesus.html' title='I Think My Brother May Be Jesus.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2919536833247066816</id><published>2010-01-11T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:43:01.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeniable Passion.</title><content type='html'>Howcome after those words, Paddison shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER EXCITED!!! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2919536833247066816?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2919536833247066816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2919536833247066816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/undeniable-passion.html' title='Undeniable Passion.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-408305556787154702</id><published>2010-01-11T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:40:23.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper and Violet?</title><content type='html'>In Seattle Grace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-408305556787154702?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/408305556787154702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/408305556787154702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/cooper-and-violet.html' title='Cooper and Violet?'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8248062575845939607</id><published>2010-01-11T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:30:08.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I went to one of my friend's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I visited her, she told me that our friendship was faded and she no longer cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and I realized, no matter how distant my friend's are, no matter how far they may be, they will always be my friend. Because it will be like this when I go off to college. I will be - I have to be - distant. I was kinda sad when I woke and even though it was a dream, I felt it hit me hard. So, I want to say this to all my friends that I've hardly kept in touch with... I love you and thanks for being one of those important people in my life. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks, to Noah, who told me that he still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8248062575845939607?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8248062575845939607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8248062575845939607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/distant.html' title='Distant.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2703264735183060813</id><published>2010-01-11T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:16:54.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It used to be.</title><content type='html'>I remember telling myself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhhh... Exactly a month and a day... Bleck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it's become, "&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;5 more days!!!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm more than excited. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2703264735183060813?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2703264735183060813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2703264735183060813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-used-to-be.html' title='It used to be.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2923023113752251664</id><published>2010-01-08T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:49:35.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walsh Spoofs Conrad.</title><content type='html'>Former star of The Hills and recent Dodgers pitcher Lauren Conrad may have said her goodbyes to the reality show that made her famous, but that does not mean she can't still laugh at the faux drama with the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LC herself stopped by Saturday's "The Hills: A Staged Reading," put on by the Upright Citizens Brigade, and enjoyed the show alongside fans and comics alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better? Private Practice star Kate Walsh played the role of Conrad, the recently retired Hills beauty and leading lady, and Lauren couldn't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the evening, Walsh performed an uncanny impersonation of Conrad's trademark facial expressions and infamous lines from The Hills, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•"Tell me if he's cute 'cause I'm drunk."&lt;br /&gt;•"You're a bad person. That's reality."&lt;br /&gt;•"I want to forgive you, and I want to forget you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real Lauren sat just rows away, laughing at Walsh ... and thus herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2923023113752251664?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2923023113752251664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2923023113752251664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/walsh-spoofs-conrad.html' title='Walsh Spoofs Conrad.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6576431779725253509</id><published>2010-01-08T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:44:43.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Happy That You're Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, I'm OVERJOYED, TREMENDOUSLY OVERJOYED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6576431779725253509?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6576431779725253509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6576431779725253509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-happy-that-youre-happy.html' title='I&apos;m Happy That You&apos;re Happy.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-3152521430412404295</id><published>2010-01-08T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:58:54.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Shine For You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Don't be afraid to Jump then fall into me. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-3152521430412404295?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3152521430412404295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/3152521430412404295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-shine-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Shine For You.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8058587065432373755</id><published>2010-01-07T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:16:46.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday Night Boys</title><content type='html'>Their song, "Finding Me Out" is very calming to the ears. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8058587065432373755?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8058587065432373755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8058587065432373755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-night-boys.html' title='The Friday Night Boys'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7463266962699875893</id><published>2010-01-07T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:49:07.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrubbing in.</title><content type='html'>My list of all the doctors at SGH, Oceanside Wellness, and how hot they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dr. Addison Adrianne Forbes Montgomery (PP) (Obviously)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dr. Charlotte King (PP)&lt;div&gt;3. Dr. Mark "McSteamy" Sloan (GA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Dr. Owen Hunt (GA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Dr. Jackson Avery (GA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Dr. Pete Wilder (PP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Dr. Derek Christopher "McDreamy" Shepherd (GA)&lt;br /&gt;8. Dr. Callie Torres (GA)&lt;br /&gt;9. Dr. Arizona Robbins (GA)&lt;br /&gt;10. Dr. Naomi Bennett (PP)&lt;br /&gt;11. Dr. Cooper Freedman (PP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Dr. Cristina Yang (GA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Dr. Meredith Grey (GA)&lt;br /&gt;14. Dr. Sam Bennett (PP)&lt;br /&gt;15. Dr. Isobelle "Izzie" Stevens (GA)&lt;br /&gt;16. Dr. George "John Doe" O'Malley (GA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last updated: July 14, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7463266962699875893?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7463266962699875893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7463266962699875893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/scrubbing-in.html' title='Scrubbing in.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-1177646547686493633</id><published>2010-01-07T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:32:49.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert.</title><content type='html'>Last night. ZOMG! It was an amazing experience. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas songs in January. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-1177646547686493633?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1177646547686493633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/1177646547686493633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/concert.html' title='Concert.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-8113312185600007939</id><published>2010-01-07T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:38:20.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to Love Kate and Addison.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kathleen Erin Walsh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she looks good playing the clarinet...and she's damn good at it.&lt;br /&gt;Because she likes the new car smell.&lt;br /&gt;Because she thinks everyone should go to jail cause it's so great.&lt;br /&gt;Because she overcame bulimia.&lt;br /&gt;Walsh has made Addison essential to the DNA of "Grey's." - New York Daily News&lt;br /&gt;"Kate has succeeded in making Addison very sympathetic, which was not initially the easiest thing to do. Her comedic talent has helped add another dimension to the character. And she has no fear of taking chances." -Betsy Beers&lt;br /&gt;Because she's a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;Because she used to be blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Because she makes you really love Addison.&lt;br /&gt;Because she owned the season 3 premiere.&lt;br /&gt;Because she suggests bringing a sweater and thermos to jail.&lt;br /&gt;Because she wants Addison to rule the world and so do we.&lt;br /&gt;Because she avoided porn.&lt;br /&gt;Because she pimped out her mom.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's on the poster now.&lt;br /&gt;Because Justin Timberlake was so flirting with her.&lt;br /&gt;Because 'there's something about her mischievous smile that makes you think she'd walk straight into a pole just to get a laugh.'&lt;br /&gt;Because she's like 'watching a real-life Pantene commercial'&lt;br /&gt;Because she has a mischievous smile&lt;br /&gt;Because chicks dig her.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's a shoe weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's hoping she'll get a workout through osmosis.&lt;br /&gt;Because she thinks a war is more important then the PD and IW fight.&lt;br /&gt;Because she likes gossip just as much as the next person.&lt;br /&gt;Because she wanted to marry Bono.&lt;br /&gt;Because shes a fangirl too.&lt;br /&gt;Because we wouldn't die if we were naked in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;Because she makes red boots hot.&lt;br /&gt;Because she became a fan favourite.&lt;br /&gt;Because we'd love to be Super Party Soul Sisters with her.&lt;br /&gt;Because she makes you to search the whole net for an interview of hers.&lt;br /&gt;Because you quote her in conversations without realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;Because you find yourself having a girl crush on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Addison Adrianne Forbes Montgomery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because anyone who can wear heels in the stirrups deserves our adoration.&lt;br /&gt;Because functionality is overated.&lt;br /&gt;Because she got a chance with both McDreamy &amp;amp; McSteamy.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's Queen of the Underworld, and we're her humble servants.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's McHot.&lt;br /&gt;Because satan never looked so good.&lt;br /&gt;Because we all love the salmon scrubs&lt;br /&gt;Because anyone who can put up with living in that trailer deserves our utmost respect.&lt;br /&gt;Because Burke likes Addison but not Derek.&lt;br /&gt;Because Burke lets Addison call him Preston and not Derek.&lt;br /&gt;Because when you burn the She-Shepherd, she burns back!&lt;br /&gt;Because she has chemistry with doctors and interns.&lt;br /&gt;Because she has glorious red hair.&lt;br /&gt;Because she knows her husband had sex at the prom, and will give him hell next year.&lt;br /&gt;Because she has flaws that we adore.&lt;br /&gt;Because after prom night, there is no reason for her continuous apologies and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's her turn to let Derek watch her walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's not Meredith Grey and we're thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;Because even after that outburst for all to hear, she still looked HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Because she was a band-geek with braces who grew up to be a real beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Because she loves Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;Because instead of being just a black-clad, wronged wife with her hair coiled tight, Addison became a thinking woman's heroine.&lt;br /&gt;Because she can admit to her own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Because there are two sides to every story.&lt;br /&gt;Because she might lack Meredith's grace and patience, but she still rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Because "My husband didn't cheat on me. I cheated on him. So the wronged woman here? Dr. Grey. You owe her one hell of an apology."&lt;br /&gt;Because she had the chance to go back to McSteamy, but chose to stay with McDreamy.&lt;br /&gt;Because she "jujued" Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;Because she washed the panties.&lt;br /&gt;Because she hung the panties.&lt;br /&gt;Because she was awesome with the whole dumpster baby scenario.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's holding her grounds...she doesn't quit...&lt;br /&gt;Because if Satan is back we will be by her side.&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe she's not Mrs Shepherd anymore, but she's still the best!&lt;br /&gt;Because we all know how much sorry she was...&lt;br /&gt;Because everyone deserves a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Because we wouldn't ever leave her outside alone with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Because no man defines who she is&lt;br /&gt;Because she told Derek not to hurt Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;Because she proved she's the bigger person.&lt;br /&gt;Because she doesn't hate Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;Because no one defines her, only her.&lt;br /&gt;Because she promises to do the best she can.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's obvious why McSteamy wants her.&lt;br /&gt;Because we're still here to love and support her after all that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's moving on from Derek&lt;br /&gt;Because she doesn't want to pass bad juju on.&lt;br /&gt;Because Meredith thinks she's "leggy and fabulous"&lt;br /&gt;Because Meredith thinks she's "not easy to hate...annoyingly kind and painfully smart"&lt;br /&gt;Because she saved Cristina's life.&lt;br /&gt;Because she tried to teach Izzie not to get attached.&lt;br /&gt;Because she told Derek the truth about Mark.&lt;br /&gt;Because you start to LOVE the name Addison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-8113312185600007939?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8113312185600007939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/8113312185600007939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/reasons-to-love-kate-and-addison.html' title='Reasons to Love Kate and Addison.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-2455950441333636943</id><published>2010-01-04T04:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:21:07.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy.</title><content type='html'>"McDreamy's sister is McBitchy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Izzie! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-2455950441333636943?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2455950441333636943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/2455950441333636943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/nancy.html' title='Nancy.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-7997508062828343768</id><published>2010-01-04T02:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:48:53.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RIP Hope Daly. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 444px; HEIGHT: 232px" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/30vfwh4.png" width="300" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be greatly missed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-7997508062828343768?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7997508062828343768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/7997508062828343768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/tim.html' title='Tim.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/30vfwh4_th.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6486139908280844632</id><published>2010-01-03T02:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:41:24.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Fighting Intubation!</title><content type='html'>My brother is a fag with an ugly ass haircut. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd let you know, brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6486139908280844632?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6486139908280844632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6486139908280844632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/shes-fighting-intubation.html' title='She&apos;s Fighting Intubation!'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6995670440836021276</id><published>2010-01-02T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:20:18.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddison.</title><content type='html'>Not really a big fan but I always agreed with anyone Addie's ever been with.&lt;br /&gt;I always chose Pete and Derek over Mark and Alex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the Crossover promo, I thought, "I dread Mark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now... he's kinda growing on me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I liked that he called her, "Baby."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6995670440836021276?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6995670440836021276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6995670440836021276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/maddison.html' title='Maddison.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-4867605957285737207</id><published>2010-01-02T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:57:41.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember when I lost it. It was July and I asked my dad if he could make new links for my necklace. He said, "Yeah, I'll bring it to work, just leave it there." So I did. I left it "there" and I never saw it after that. 6 months I've lost it. 6 months I thought I'd never ever find it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of things happened in 6 months. I remember walking around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; stores, scoffing at every piece of silver and gold and diamonds that hid under protective glass. It's beauty &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;very&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;captivating and outstanding but I knew I could never afford. I gawked because I knew that what I had was way better than the ones that were on display. What I had didn't need to cost a fortune to impress me. It was given to me by someone I know I'd never forget. It was beautiful in shape and form and the engraved words and its intricate design - It's tragic it has become of no use anymore. But I'd know what to answer anyone if they'd ever ask me, "What was your favorite piece of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jewelry you've ever owned?" way better than all the diamonds in the world, the New York City subway token that hangs from my neck. I've lost it once and never again will I ever make that mistake. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-4867605957285737207?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4867605957285737207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/4867605957285737207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/reunited.html' title='Reunited.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-6147576506323738617</id><published>2010-01-01T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:20:47.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to Start Off the New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Found my Subway Token!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which means that this year will be one of the greatest years EVER! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:wingdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-6147576506323738617?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6147576506323738617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/6147576506323738617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-to-start-off-new-year.html' title='Way to Start Off the New Year.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425928822535012160.post-272962422725134907</id><published>2009-12-31T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:46:30.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night about a UFO crash.. New Years... Fireworks.. Addison and Pete...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was beautifully scary. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5425928822535012160-272962422725134907?l=kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/272962422725134907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5425928822535012160/posts/default/272962422725134907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathrynelizabethscott.blogspot.com/2009/12/dream.html' title='Dream.'/><author><name>Kathryn.Elizabeth.Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14085418554458662937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sePRTGBtPlo/Sju3OiQG5gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/prMd3Qzvihk/S220/l_db8465300d50495d8a03f580ff10fb99.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
