tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39456543543846013522024-03-08T06:03:33.647-08:00Imagination KidneyKatie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-30940175717651454272011-01-10T16:45:00.000-08:002011-01-10T17:23:27.943-08:00Mad SkilzOnce upon a time, on the eve of Christmas a girl wanted to open a particularly large box. It was wrapped in fuzzy (legit) wrapping paper with a golden bow tied neatly around it. The box sat propped up against the wall near the Christmas tree. The girl waited all morning, all afternoon, for dinner and pictures to be eaten and taken, and through the evening church service. <br /> Finally, it was almost midnight and all of the family was all together. The girl's parents handed out all their presents, and the children handed out their special family presents to the people they were intended for. One, by one the presents were open. Books, movies, video games, soft pants, lotion, a stuffed pig, a machete umbrella, and other things were opened.<br /> After minutes of unwrapping, one present remained. The big box in all of it's red and gold glory sat, waiting to be opened. "It is time." Thought the girl. She placed the box carefully on her lap, she untied the ribbon, and tore the paper from it's place. The girl sat in aw. What a most glorious gift, one that she had wanted, one that would be used to put the world at peace with itself and at peace with all of the universe. One gift of pure amazement and awesomeness, that it was hard to even stand to look at it.<br /> She opened the box and pulled out the material inside. Everyone watched the girl as her happiness beaming from her face. Although everything seemed to be right in the world, something was wrong. No batteries. The girl ran up the stairs jumped hurdles and through hoops of blazing fire. She opened the closet door of the computer room and opened the drawer of the batteries. As quickly as her fingers could possibly grab something, she grabbed four batteries and ran back downstairs.<br /> Lighting fast, she plugged the batteries into the device and turned it on. Words flashed on the screen and she knew that her world would be a happier place now that she had this gift, the gift of music. She turned up the volume and she played a chord, a single chord that blew the mind of the world.<br /><br />THE END.<br /> <br /><br /><br /> In case you were wondering, that girl...is me. And the device, the beloved Christmas present...is a keyboard. I say this story (although the jumping through blazing hoops part was just thrown in because I can, and the blown mind of the world, and all that peace stuff.) because I love my keyboard. I'm not very good, trust me, but I do know how to play:<br /><br />1. Mario theme song<br />2. Veggie tales theme song<br />3. Rugrats theme song<br />4. The Office theme song and<br />5. Yellow Submarine by the Beatles (with both hands now thank you very much!)Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-3390989129663935952010-12-05T18:03:00.000-08:002010-12-05T18:33:54.582-08:00LaughterOkay to start off, think of an average teenager. Does this average teenager want to go to school. Heck no. This used to be me I swear! Now I'm sitting, doing nothing, wanting to be at school? Wait, hold on! I ask myself. When did this come about? Why this sudden change of heart? I have no idea, really. One day I would hate school, homework, drama, etc, etc. Now....now...this. Yes, It is Sunday and I've been home alone all day. I have nothing better to do than go on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span> approximately 30 times, do small chunks of homework, and watch Singing in the Rain all day. Okay, I did go to church and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">CFCF</span> (Traditional Christmas program at said church), but other than that in the 14 hours to my self I wanted to be at school.<br /><br />School is work. Lots of thinking, and figuring out things, but what I believe the reason to my issue is people. I love people right now. I have a lot of friends and they just make me laugh all the time. Oh right, when I said I love people, there are, of course, a few exceptions. If you go to my school then you probably know of the people I'm thinking of. Yes, those people drive me insane, but does that make me not want to go to school? No, I still want to go to school.<br /><br />I wake up, get ready and go to school just before the first bell rings. Then I wait for friends. They make me laugh. We go up to first hour. They make me laugh. I read some, then they make me laugh. I go to second hour and they (this time it is a different group of people, except <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Alycia</span>, now called Agent Shaw, she is in almost all of my classes.) make me laugh. Third hour, P.E. we do almost nothing and I end up laughing. Fourth hour, fifth, sixth, and seventh hour (when Agent Shaw and I make fun of our Algebra teacher) usually go the same way. Laughing and other variations of the word such as laugh, or laughed is the key word(s) here.<br /><br />Laughing is basically the whole of my existence. I am commonly know for making people laugh. I suppose a "class clown" type, but not really that either. I don't really know what you would call me. Anyway, laughing is a great...what's the word...activity possibly. Laughing is a great activity. It is happy, contagious, and it helps give you abs. If you have ever done a bunch of crunches or been at my lunch table you know the pain in your stomach of which I speak.<br /><br />I think that is all that I have on the subject. <br />"Goodnight, sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning." ~The Dread Pirate Roberts.Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-17413454395552998382010-11-24T15:37:00.000-08:002010-11-24T16:19:58.433-08:00Snow Beams and the Path of the DragonI walked home from school today (actually, I mostly skipped and jumped) and boy was it snowing! I felt like a child, (approximately 72% of me is child. Did you know that 83% of statistics are made up?) I laughed and sang all the way home. I love snow, whether it is playing in it or just watching in fall on the ground. It is so beautiful that frozen water takes that shape when falling to Earth. I suppose there is some sort of science behind it, but wouldn't you think that it would fall as ice chunks or something? I just don't know! Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and that means that Christmas is soon approaching. I love Christmas, It is a wonderful time of year.<br /><br />My brother is home, which is good in many of ways. First, now I know why there are Pirate napkins in his bedroom. Second, we share the same strangeness. Third, he brought home Rockband with a keyboard.<br /><br />Whoa! I just remember something funny. Today, in choir, we were all singing like most people do in choir class and.... Thank you UPS guy for ruining my concentration!... Anyway, Sarah, the girl who stands by me, nudged me and I fell right over! It was so embarrassing, yet so funny we just couldn't keep singing. Sorry Mr. Mick for making your class more difficult than it should be.<br /><br />I was currently in a play, and now it is over and I have a sense of emptiness. I guess I'm just going to have to deal with it, for being an actor brings pains and sorrows to ones life. "Take pains, (whispered: Take pains.) be perfect, (whispered, this time directly at the audience: Perfect.) adieu. (whispered: Adieu.) <em>Exit up-left stage</em>" <br /><br />My current question: The path of the Unicorn, or the path of the Dragon?<br />My current answer: The path of the Dragon, although the path of the Unicorn would be filled with joy and happiness, the path of the Dragon includes excitement and adventure.<br /><br />Frau: Warum, warum, warum ist die Banana krum? <br />Ellisa: ICH WIESS NICHT, denn sie muss....?*<br /><br />Goodbye, goodnight, and happy Thanksgiving to all.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*If you understood that, congratulations you are awesome. If you didn't, Schade!!!**<br />**Schade means too bad.Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-51045721506457773842010-10-29T15:56:00.000-07:002010-11-01T19:41:43.810-07:00My life right now, no past nor future.Thoughts and jottings:<br /><br /><br /><br />If I was a Pokemon I would hope that someone would catch me so I could beat up other Pokemon and make my master proud. I am in a very violent mood lately. I just feel like punching people *fakes a punch and yells "Hiuken" <-Sound it out* But no, I actually don't want to inflict pain upon others. I just wanna sound tough and rugged! Haha, no not that either.<br /><br /><br /><br />Have you noticed that lol looks like some one's head with there hands in the air? lol <-"Oh no!" Make sense now? No? *Punches in face* See I told you I was violent.<br /><br /><br />I am currently in the cast for the fall production at my high school. We are doing Midsummer Night's Dream, and some of the cast members and I made up a techno song. I would like to do a shout out to Mackenzie L. for making this possible. Here is the song Radiation's lyrics in rough draft form:<br /><br />Radiation....radiation.....radiation.... It comes from the sun. Magnets, Radiation, Banana, microphone, radiation, football, triangle, radiation, tool box, radiation, toe nail, radiation, hair, school bus, microwave, radiation, dogs, the number 8, radiation, green pen, radiation, tread mill, snowman, lead, radiation, glasses, socks, radiation, TV screen, radiation, 2 by 4, ipod, radiation, couch, dress, Pokemon, radiation, elves, radiation, magic spells, oatmeal, wedding ring, radioactive, no!, radiation, mustang, radiation, figure paints, batman, ice cream truck, radiation, Singing in the Rain, radiation, turtles, mushrooms, peanut butter, radiation.....(Tanner) Dirty whore..... *every one stares in disgust* *CREDITS* (Tanner alone) radiation.<br /><br /><br />I hope that it will soon be made and put on youtube. But for now you have a sneak peak. I will discus the lyrics and see what we should add and take out.Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-65936793560106323972010-08-11T10:52:00.000-07:002010-08-11T11:02:21.880-07:00My Movies.I have a movie to share with you that I made myself, with a little bit of help from my brother and his friend. It is kinda crappy, but it is pretty cute. Hope you like it! It's a claymation, actually a play-doh-mation, but you get the idea.<br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx41MBg2xhz4jNiwB8gYReQLXOpewRYiuSFq49zebTCl7JgGd1R5T7KmwdO2F3t0Hj7rRAAib5NAT7TLFqVXg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>If you did like this video, or you are YouTubing sometime please feel free to look up "johnsonhousemovies" for more videos. It is an exciting thriller about a brother and sister trying to "bond", until weird and mysterious things start to happen in the wilderness. Check it out! it's pretty funny!</p>Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-47302411136847629102010-07-13T20:25:00.000-07:002010-07-13T20:36:25.085-07:00Our Poem.<span style="font-family:courier new;">A Poem with no name:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Tiny little toenails walk across my lawn.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">One falls asleep, but the others just yawn.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I've grown weary of waiting, of listening too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">And decisions and revisions make my indecision's new.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">When weird things happen I smile and nod.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">And smile and nod and lie down in the sod.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The sod is wet, but I don't care.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I just laugh and let down my flowing hair.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Tomorrow is coming, exciting and new.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Another day I can spend with you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The sun is going down and I must rest.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">So I thank the Lord the beautiful pest.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">To be continued...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Written by Bekkah and I.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span>Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-81760764716904652302010-07-11T11:39:00.000-07:002010-07-11T18:13:48.876-07:00Pokemon, Twilight angst, and many other thrilling topicsIt indeed has been a very long time <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">since</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">writing</span> in my lovely blog of mine. Sorry to anyone that reads it. I have been having troubles with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">logging</span> on, with my password and such. I'm probably <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">boring</span> you so I will start with <span style="color:#ff0000;">topic one.</span><br /><br />Pokemon, a slight (by slight I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">actually</span> mean huge) obsession that I have developed. I watch the shows on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">pokemonepisodes</span>.com (URL could very) and I play the game on my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">DSI</span>. Pokemon is a great invention. You have these cute creatures that battle and become amazingly powerful, but not just battling and earning badges from gym leaders, it is also caring and befriending the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">pokemon</span> you have caught or traded. The shows have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lesson</span> that could be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">valuable</span> for kids. Ash and his friends look out for their Pokemon and each other and strive to meet their goals. There are also many defaults in the shows like jealousy, and hurting others Pokemon with your own. Sometimes you can't "be the best there ever was." but, you can learn from you mistakes and become a better person, and a better Pokemon master.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Topic two.</span><br /><br />I'm sure you have heard of the famous Twilight Saga before. Well, if you like Twilight I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">suggest</span> you either read this knowing that it may <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">certainly</span> make you mad, or skip this paragraph and move on to topic three. If you are like me and you think that Twilight is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">absurd</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">boring</span>, and/or very poorly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">written</span> please keep reading. Twilight is about Bella falling in love with a vampire. Is there anything in that that teaches kids to be a better person, or a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lesson</span> of any sort? No, of coarse not, Twilight is for love crazed teenagers. If you go on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">youtube</span> and look up reasons to hate Twilight, they are mostly very educated answers. If a boyfriends says they would <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">literally</span> "die" with out you, that is scary and not good , not romantic and sweet. If a boyfriends watches you though you window, that is being a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stocker</span>, not cute because he likes to watch you sleep. Yes, I have read the books and yes I like it at first. Then, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">realised</span> that it is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">actually</span> quite <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ridiculous</span>. All of this is strictly my opinion and I am free to share it.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Topic three.</span><br /><br />Who would win in a fight Ninjas or Pirates?<br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Topic four.</span><br /><br />I will be a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sophomore</span>....that is a scary thought. It seemed like yesterday that I was a little kid playing "ponies" on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">elementary</span> school playground. I hate how time goes by so fast. In two years I will be planing to go to college! That is very scary! I can't seem my self in 10<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade. I think it might be better to go to 9<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade again.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Topic Five.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I think I feel like watching Bill Nye the Science Guy today. He makes learning fun! :) I remember when we would watch Bill in school and all the kids would love it. It is most certainly more fun than <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">any other</span> learning show.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Topic Six</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I've had fun, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">writing</span> my thoughts and feelings for the day, but I must move on. I will write more often! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error">ttfn</span>.</span>Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-57557838460225098722010-03-18T14:32:00.000-07:002010-03-20T08:37:03.157-07:00Once Upon a Mattress<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Once Upon a Mattress is a play that my high school is currently putting on. I don't have a lead, I don't speak, and I don't dance. Sound riveting, right?! Yeah, no, It's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>... I guess. So, I don't have a huge part on stage, but back stage is really fun. We talk, laugh, take pictures. Anyway, Thursday was opening night, which went well, besides the back stage drama. Isn't the drama for the audience? I always thought so, but no this year and many other previous years.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> <span style="color:#3333ff;">This is my first play that my brother, Sam, isn't in. It's a bit weird, I must admit. Also, he can't make it down for it this weekend... :'( It is very sad!</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"> <span style="color:#ff6666;">One cool thing, my friend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bekkah</span> and I learned to play "Heart and Soul" on the piano during one of the practices.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> <span style="color:#33cc00;">Okay, I feel I'm skipping around a lot and I guess I just don't have much to say. Yeah, I'm probably boring you. I'm sorry, next time I will have some interesting stuff to share. Thanks, and peace out!</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">#### ;)</span>Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-57249994372257817912010-02-06T20:11:00.000-08:002010-02-06T20:25:23.252-08:00Duct tapeHey! Guess what! Today I made a shirt out of duct tape! It was for the high school pop concert, which was awesome! The theme was Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, so I decided to get funky with a rainbow plus pink and very shinny silver pattern. It took me about 2 hours to make, lot of patience, snacks, and lots o' duct tape. Although it's pretty cool, it is very uncomfortable and I would not suggest it to wear every day! Also for the record, it is not 100% duct tape, I just duct taped a regular Cotton, white, t-shirt.<br /><br />Duct tape.... that reminds me of something that happened in band the other day. Mrs. Parson (Band director) was talking about the pop concert decorations and she said how duct tape wasn't working at holding something up and a boy in my class who is pretty annoying but can be funny (Alycia and Mackenzie probably know who I'm talking about) says "But duct tape can fix everything, even a broken heart..." Awww... Justin I never knew you were so heart felt... That just made my whole day! The moral of the story: how could we ever get along with out that sticky stuff?!?Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-86370220241119120762010-01-31T19:09:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:44:23.520-08:00My weekend.Well do I have a lot to write! This weekend was full of most awesome and random events! And were better to start then the beginning.<br /><br />FRIDAY: Bekkah (my friend who is awesome and quite crazy, like me!), my parents and I are going to my cabin for the better part of the weekend. Bekkah and I are very excited and very hyper to get there. Also it is my dads birthday so on the way we are going to a restaurant to eat. My mom says, "We are going to a bar to eat!" Bekkah replies, "But there is alcohol!" I say, "the drinks are alcohol" Bekkah, "the food is alcohol" Me (in creepy voice) "the seats are alcohol!" Bekkah, "Everything is alcohol!" This continues until we cant think of anything else or repeat the other person.<br />LATER: Finally we got to the restaurant. My eye hurt really bad so I proceeded to the bathroom to look at it. It was black around it. I looked like I was punched in the face! So I go and sit down. Me, "My eye is black" Bekkah, "Yeah, it does look black" Me, "Ninja fist fight"<br />AFTER WE EAT: After I broke the floor. (I don't know how I broke the floor, some of the tiles came up....) Me, " you know what? I think that the floor is a Chinese puzzle. If you put the tiles in the right way then a CIA training center is reviled" Bekkah, "That is where I was trained..."<br />EVEN LATER: So we are in the car for a little bit then we come to a grocery store. Bekkah and I pretend to be spy's. complete with "James Bond" rolls and onion bombs.<br />THAT NIGHT: Bekkah and I watch the 1970's version of King Kong.<br />SATURDAY: After eating waffles and bacon, Bekkah, my mom and dad, and I play Ninja Burger (a game where you are a ninja delivering burgers). Then Bekkah and I go outside and roll around pretending to be delirious.<br />LATER: Bekkah and I made a board game, while watching the first Pokemon movie, that is very cool (unnamed D: )!<br />THAT NIGHT: Bekkah and I sleep out in the bunk house, which was very cold!<br />SUNDAY: Ate pancakes and bacon! (We love bacon!) Also played Ninja Burger. Then acted like Ninjas (we are not very good).<br />LATER: We packed up (very slowly, I might add) and rode home.<br /><br />That was my weekend. Now I am home and have a whole day before re-entering reality, and school. To start a new semester with new teachers and new classes. Peace out and goodbye!Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-12753549911120576792010-01-21T19:23:00.001-08:002010-01-21T19:37:39.888-08:00SchoolSo my favorite classes in school are English and German. <br />In English two boys in my grade are always talking to each other about the most random things, while another boy says how crazy Alycia is (which is kind of true, but I wouldn't trust a 14/15 year old boy entirely), while all this is happening, I'm sitting in the corner giggling to myself. All I can say is poor Mrs. Stevens...<br />Then there is German in which yesterday, Frau (Mrs. in German) told us a story about Goldilocks. Yup, I was Goldilocks. Frau moves me to one corner where I pretend to eat porridge. Next she has me sit on three chairs and tells me to break one. Then she tells me (all in German by the way) to lay on a counter at the back of the room, giving me a pillow and throws a blanket on top of me.<br />"Is it to hard" (German) asks Frau<br />"Ummm.... Yes?" She moves me to a desk.<br />"Comfy?"<br />"Ummm.....No." She moves me to another counter.<br />"Now?"<br />"Sure?" I say. I sit there a while "sleeping" then after the bears to the the food and the chairs and the beds....guess what. They EAT me! They EAT Goldilocks!!! That is how fairytales are told in German I guess.Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945654354384601352.post-34935000102946801492010-01-20T13:25:00.000-08:002010-01-20T14:04:32.750-08:00What UP?!Why hello!<br /><br />I'm Katie and this is my very frist blog soooo... here I go!<br /><br />Today my friend, Alycia, and I were just talking and we discover that my secret agent name would be: Katherine Danger! You see if I could chose a profression I would be a spy! How awesome of a job would that be? seriously! Going around defending your country, saving lives, defusing bombs, whatever else needs to be done. My, and Alycia's, favorite T.V show is called Chuck. It is a show all about....guess what!!!.....SPYS!!!!!!!Katie Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09326331870463221019noreply@blogger.com0