<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035</id><updated>2009-07-22T08:58:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Coffman</title><subtitle type='html'>The minds behind On The Verge and ABSTRACTmall share their projects, ideas, and views.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/atom.xml'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-5936206965218486687</id><published>2009-07-19T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:20:31.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hands are clean!</title><content type='html'>Of the old apartment.  Yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get my hair cut to commemorate this momentous day.  It'll be super short so my blonde routes and black tips will look more like it's supposed to be that way instead of looking like I'm just lazy/broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to parties where I don't know anyone, then meeting awesome people.  I talked to this one girl for a long time who re-convinced me that Seattle is a wonderful city for food.  Especially if you like organic food and want to follow that route (which I do.  Because hippies are fast becoming my friends).  So I am now, once again, sure that I want to live in Seattle at some point for at least a year or so.  Yey direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love: people who love food.  My favorite thing in the world is to talk about menus and bounce ideas off other people who are as enthusiastic as I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Super awesome hamburgers:&lt;br /&gt;-Ground beef (preferable lean because it's better) mixed with salt, pepper, steak seasoning, 1 egg, bread crumbs and parmeasan cheese (or not if you don't have the ingredients.  I just like to add stuff to my meat).  now take a golf-ball sized ball and flatten out into a fairly thin disk, about the size of a very large persons palm.  You're going to have to make two of these disks per person, so think about how much the people you're feeding can eat and size the patties accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;-enough cream cheese to make a 1.5" disk for every two ground beef patties.  Mix in some salt, pepper, herbs (to be super vague).&lt;br /&gt;-encase the cream cheese in the patties and grill. &lt;br /&gt;-saute up some peppers and onions&lt;br /&gt;-now get the rest of whatever you feel like putting on your hamburger and put it all together into one fantastic, orgasmic experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm....summer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-5936206965218486687?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/5936206965218486687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=5936206965218486687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5936206965218486687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5936206965218486687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2009/07/my-hands-are-clean.html' title='My hands are clean!'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-5365375987643832989</id><published>2009-07-18T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:13:45.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July = awesome</title><content type='html'>So here's July.  I am having incredible amounts of fun!  Including multiple beach days, multiple nothing days, and as few days as possible in the old apartment (which was lonely and scary and not too happy to come back to after being in San Diego for nearly 2 weeks straight).  Let's just say that I'm extremely excited to be moving out of that apartment.  I'm moving back in with my parents for a while, to get a new job(s) and to save up money so I can get my own apartment sometime after octoberish.  That will be awesome.  That's the plan, at least, but it is, of course, flexible.  (Do you like how jilted and non-flowy that last sentence is?  'cause I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cleaning the old apartment means I have interesting bruises and spackle on my fingernails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for my new job I'll be getting this month!  It hasn't happened, nor do I have prospects yet, but I know I'm hire-able and have a good amount of experience (compared to last year). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythings better than last year. Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-5365375987643832989?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/5365375987643832989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=5365375987643832989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5365375987643832989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5365375987643832989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2009/07/july-awesome.html' title='July = awesome'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-2963179418446798230</id><published>2009-05-26T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:55:44.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protests and pain</title><content type='html'>Ok so I haven't done this in a long time but you know, sometimes getting computer time is hard without having a computer.  So Sassy and I went to this protest because the supreme court is retarded and decided that proposition 8 was cool.  Yeah.  Not so much.  Bastards.  But the protest was honestly the coolest thing ever.  I've never been to one before and now I'm excited to go to others.  People were so exuberant and wanting to change the world.  there were fucking 10,000 people there!  or, you know, so they said.  And my throat hurts.  I've never yelled that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life: things have been the same for the past 6 months now: work.  work.  work.  Fun!  work. work.  work.  Fun!  Though this memorial day weekend has been the most fun I've ever had in my entire life.  Memorial day wasn't mentioned at all, but I had the day off so...Sunday night was awesome.  Lets just say that Dennys has very good hangover food.  Kindof.  If you're hungover enough to not be able to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, by this time next week I'll be chillin in Hawaii.  Fuck yea.&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so incredibly excited I can't even begin to explain.  An even more amazing happenstance: Mr. newboyfriendguy is going to be in Hawaii, on the same island, at the same time as I!  It's a very strange and entirely unplanned coincidence, but very fortuitous.  And he enjoys the company of my other friends that are going to be there!&lt;br /&gt;So that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm highly excited for July.  Don't know what's gonna happen yet, but it's gonna be big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-2963179418446798230?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/2963179418446798230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=2963179418446798230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/2963179418446798230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/2963179418446798230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2009/05/protests-and-pain.html' title='Protests and pain'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-1803792924554697258</id><published>2009-02-03T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:17:27.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like multitasking!</title><content type='html'>So I'm back to multitasking at the gym by reading and being on the elliptical machine.  Even if it doesn't get my heart pumping like running does, I like it more because it means I get through books faster!  I just finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Master and Margarita, &lt;/span&gt;by Mikhail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bulgakov&lt;/span&gt;.  It's this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Russian&lt;/span&gt; book by this guy who probably got killed by Stalin in the '40's because he wrote satirically about communism and the Russian government.  Poor guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think basically the story is about how evil is cool.  Margarita sold her soul to the devil in order to gain back the sanity of her lover, the Master, and in return they got peace and happiness for the rest of eternity.  The Master wrote an awesome book about Pontius Pilate that somehow freed Pilate from the eternal suffering/insomnia he'd been enduring since he killed Jesus.  So that allowed Pilate to talk to Jesus as much as he wanted which made Jesus happy so he asked Satan to give the Master peace forever.  Which is an odd thing for Jesus to ask of Satan, since you'd think it was the other way around, but the coolest quote is as follows: "He read the Master's work," said Mattu Levi, "and asks he you to take the Master with you and reward him with peace.  Is that so difficult for you, spirit of evil?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is difficult for me," answered Woland,"[...] and why don't you take him with you, into the light?"&lt;br /&gt;"He has not earned light, he earned peace."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm starting this book my Mom got me for Christmas about dharma (not the fun-loving free-spirit married to an uptight lawyer-type) in the city.  It's basically reaffirming everything I want to think about humanity (i.e. everyone is basically good and loving but circumstances have gotten in the way of them being awesome) but have recently not been feeling so much. There's also this good idea that you can only live in the now, seeing as the past is just stories and the future is just stories you're making up.  I'm not saying I'm not going to strive for goals I want to achieve, but I can see how constantly evaluating present actions in regards to future wants can make life hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no such thing as a good day or a bad day, just how you handle them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I quoted that, seeing as I said it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-1803792924554697258?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/1803792924554697258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=1803792924554697258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1803792924554697258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1803792924554697258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2009/02/i-like-multitasking.html' title='I like multitasking!'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-7559554505812386099</id><published>2009-01-18T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:46:54.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh the spoils of boxing day</title><content type='html'>So I accidentally got rather drunk at Boxing Day.  Oops...  First time ever being drunk in front of parents.  Definitely a strange experience...and one I think I'll not repeat.  I completely forgot how much vodka dad puts in his banana banshees.  But they're so yummy 'cause they taste like delicious and not like alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt this hungover in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get some cool stuff!  Like a steamer and a crock pot!  The rest of it is ... well...boxing day shit.  Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news UGO has decided to save even more money by cutting my hours.  Which doesn't save them much seeing as I only work 8 days a month... well, not anymore.  On the one hand I need the money, but having every other Saturday off is going to be WONDERFUL.  It'll make it so much easier to get through life knowing I have days off to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm seriously worried about the state of that business.  I'm afraid it's not going to make it, which means a lot of people I know are going to be out of a job.  On that note, I'm worried about this whole fucking economy.  But that's old news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that sad how I can say 'that's old news' to the continuing recession that's quickly spiraling into a severe depression? We're living in such bad times right now...But it'll get better!  Yey for inaugurations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-7559554505812386099?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/7559554505812386099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=7559554505812386099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/7559554505812386099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/7559554505812386099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2009/01/ahh-spoils-of-boxing-day.html' title='Ahh the spoils of boxing day'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-1219436223174294347</id><published>2009-01-13T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:01:05.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And about 7 years after everybody else...</title><content type='html'>I've discovered the website 'Pandora!'  I really, really like it because it gives me information that I did not previously have.  I like absorbing random and useless-in-the-scheme-of-things facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cooking note: I am discovering the beauty in simplicity.  You don't need a ridiculous amount of spices and other flavorings for things when only a few will work.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saute&lt;/span&gt; Green and yellow squash (the green ones are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt; but for some reason the poor yellow guys don't get a name) with olive oil, minced garlic, and chopped onion.  Add salt and pepper.  Add half a can of diced tomatoes (unsalted is probably best seeing as you can always add more salt but it's much more painstaking and time-consuming to remove it).  Then add some week-old cooked rice that has been tightly sealed in your refrigerator.  If you have some random alfredo sauce lying around you should add that too, just to tie it all together (and because cheese makes everything better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I guess that's not all that simple now that I write it all out.  But it seemed simple at the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's rather fuckin tasty, if I may say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another old stand-by: pesto alfredo pasta.  Just mix alfredo and pesto sauce in a 2-1 ratio (more alfredo please, pesto is overpowering) and add it to pasta.  Delicious and takes about as long as opening a can of alfredo sauce takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about food, let's talk about life!  Which, unsurprisingly, revolves almost entirely around food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait!  So I've been running lately (on a treadmill unfortunately, only because I'm not too big of a fan of wandering the streets of Hollywood at night.  That and I like breathing) and am up to 2.5 miles in 24 minutes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty proud of myself actually.  It's kinda cool especially since I've hated running most of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wednesday night should be awesome!  I'm seeing my boyfriend's band who've been practicing a lot more lately (since getting a new guitarist and everything) and I'm pretty sure they're going to kick some fuckin ass.  I've only seen them once and they surprised me with the sheer amount of talent they all have.  I would say I'm biased, but at the time of seeing them I wasn't sure of anything and rather skeptical.  So I'm happy to see them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-1219436223174294347?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/1219436223174294347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=1219436223174294347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1219436223174294347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1219436223174294347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2009/01/and-about-7-years-after-everybody-else.html' title='And about 7 years after everybody else...'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-570416922276713783</id><published>2009-01-06T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:26:25.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have what they call writer's block...only I don't write</title><content type='html'>So lately my ability to correspond with other members of the human race has been significantly FAIL.  I can't get out the words I want at the right time or with the right inflection.  I think it's making me seem kinda crazy to a lot of people, but luckily they kinda know me well and think it's endearing.  At least I hope that's what they're thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, people are pretty awesome.  Especially a certain person who likes me and is willing to spend copious amounts of time with me of his own free will.  Yey nice boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one job had it's Christmas party last night.  (yea, last night. hey, it's only 2 weeks after Christmas).  It was so overwhelmingly Hollywoodish that we left after the free food and free drinks.  I'm willing to go pretty much anywhere for free stuff, but that was almost not worth it.  It's a good thing the food was ridiculously good...  Though it would have been kinda fun to watch my various bosses get totally shitfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my other job's Christmas party (which happened at the more understandable time of the week of the 25th) was pretty cool.  At least to me (others said it sucked but seeing as it was my first Christmas party ever I was rather happy with it) but it could have been the whole meeting people and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to update on my completely new and improved plan for the next year: I'm going to move to Seattle in July/August.  I have a multitude of reasons for this radical decision.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I sincerely dislike LA.  I feel like the only thing anyone cares about is appearance.  I know that your physical appearance is supposed to show how much you care about yourself, but it seems to have gone too far and to the realm of physical deformity here.  People here don't look like human beings, they look like dolls.  Not the cute ones (with the button eyes and the cozy body that you can actually hug), but the scary ones with the eyes that open and close and follow you wherever you go and the heads that fall off if you shake them too much and the bodies that look like holocaust survivors.  With ginormous boobs.  ...  Sorry.  I rant a lot when it comes to this.   I'm done now before I start cursing profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It's too hot in southern California.  I get overly warm at around 75 degrees, and that seems to be the winter norm around here.  Granted, in a couple decades I'm sure Seattle will be just as hot thanks to humanities' wonderful greenhouse gases (go us) but for now the North's average summer temp of about 80 max seems like the greatest thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I miss nature.  It's really sad when you get excited about seeing a squirrel because that's the closest you've gotten to wildlife in about a year.  I need trees, greenery, and actual oxygen.  And silence and stars.  mmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  It's really difficult to imagine making tasty desserty-foods when no one eats.  At least there's enough bulimics in this city to keep the restaurant industry alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I want a huge fucking hairy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I've lived in SoCal my entire life.  The idea of never trying out other places sounds...scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  5's not really a reason, I'm just sayin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  I think I'm rather justified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-570416922276713783?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/570416922276713783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=570416922276713783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/570416922276713783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/570416922276713783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2009/01/i-think-i-have-what-they-call-writers.html' title='I think I have what they call writer&apos;s block...only I don&apos;t write'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-1510666754784205115</id><published>2008-12-18T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:33:21.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy mothereffing christ it's almost 2009.</title><content type='html'>See how nicely I kept that title PG?  I'm kind of proud of myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  So this whole working 56 hours a week is rather tiring.  But at this point I have no fucking idea what I would do with a day off. I think I would go crazy.  But I'm really, really looking forward to Christmas!  It's going to be so ... relaxing?  I hope.  I think I will attempt to not be in the kitchen on that day.  Not sure how well that'll work, seeing how I'm in a kitchen (at the very least) 10 hours a day.  Good thing I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely separate note (and this is not a pun) I'm seriously loving playing bass.  It makes me all relaxed and helps me forget about the ridiculous monotony that is my life at the moment.  Hooray for early 20's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I heard the most terrifying thing today from my coworker, "You know it'll slow down a lot after New Years', you'll probably have to get a third job" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's probably right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeeeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then!  I'll be happy with the nights I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-1510666754784205115?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/1510666754784205115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=1510666754784205115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1510666754784205115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1510666754784205115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/12/holy-mothereffing-christ-its-almost.html' title='Holy mothereffing christ it&apos;s almost 2009.'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-5116819767914250107</id><published>2008-11-26T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:42:06.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble gobble gobble!</title><content type='html'>The only thing I remember from my preschool:&lt;br /&gt;During Thanksgiving time we always had this song we performed for our parents.  It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Gobble gobble gobble&lt;br /&gt;fat turkeys, fat turkeys&lt;br /&gt;Gobble gobble gobble&lt;br /&gt;fat turkeys are we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not here for living&lt;br /&gt;we're here for thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;gobble gobble gobble&lt;br /&gt;fat turkeys are we"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very upbeat and happy song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm really excited about Thanksgiving.  Best holiday ever (aside from christmas, but that's just because christmas means just about as much food).  Here's my menu:&lt;br /&gt;Herb encrusted Turkey with cornbread stuffing&lt;br /&gt;double baked red potatoes with garlic and cream&lt;br /&gt;sweet potato tartlets with ginger and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Spinach salad with mixed veggies&lt;br /&gt;Grilled vegetables with a balsamic glaze&lt;br /&gt;cornbread&lt;br /&gt;cloverleaf rolls&lt;br /&gt;and for dessert: pumpkin creme brulee finished with candied pecans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what I'm thankful for this year:&lt;br /&gt;finishing school (and not having to go back to Chapman)&lt;br /&gt;Having a couple of jobs that I actually enjoy going to, where I make money doing what I love to do&lt;br /&gt;Having parents who are supportive of me&lt;br /&gt;Having a dad who loans me his bass so I can start playing it for real (again)&lt;br /&gt;Having awesome friends who understand my slight awkwardness and sense of humor. (Ok, ridiculous awkwardness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving makes me realize just how much I actually have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey for the holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-5116819767914250107?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/5116819767914250107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=5116819767914250107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5116819767914250107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5116819767914250107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/11/gobble-gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble gobble gobble!'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-7558293856741097650</id><published>2008-11-05T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:28:25.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  A dime wasn't even the best of it!</title><content type='html'>So I was getting annoyed at the amount of phone calls I was getting whilst working on my wedding cakes (which was odd in and of itself, seeing as I go days without getting a phone call) but the last one really was rather kick ass.  You are now reading the ramblings of a pastry cook at the prestigious STK restaurant in West Hollywood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friend, is where it all starts:  A full time job here --&gt; being a well known pastry chef --&gt; working at an even better place --&gt; opening my own place!  (--&gt; me selling shares in it while staying the majority shareholder and just making a shitton of money without having to cook on the line --&gt; having a family that actually lives more than comfortably)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotdamn Obama does make the world a better place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-7558293856741097650?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/7558293856741097650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=7558293856741097650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/7558293856741097650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/7558293856741097650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/11/wow-dime-wasnt-even-best-of-it.html' title='Wow!  A dime wasn&apos;t even the best of it!'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-807053538137121331</id><published>2008-11-05T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:27:49.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's been a day full of hope!</title><content type='html'>I found a dime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm really happy that Barack Obama is America's President-Elect.  It shows that our nation isn't entirely retarded.  Unfortunately, the whole Proposition 8 passing does take us back a step or so.  It's just one more form of discrimination against another minority.  One minority finally pulls through therefore a newer one must be humiliated.  I might be a ridiculously judgemental person, and dislike opinions that I think are stupid, but seriously, I can't be wrong here.  Taking away rights from a group of people just because they are different sounds like bigotry to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARN FROM THE PAST MOTHERFUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.  Kay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel bad for Mr. Soon-to-be-President: he's got so much shit to wade through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me a good joke today:&lt;br /&gt;'So this old guys wandering around in front of the White House in February of 2009, and goes up to this one guard.  The old guy asks, "Hey, can I talk to President Bush?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, he's not here anymore.  You can't talk to him."&lt;br /&gt;"But I want to talk to President Bush!"&lt;br /&gt;"You can't!  He's not here!"&lt;br /&gt;So the next day the same old guy goes up to the same guard and asks, "Can I talk to President Bush?"&lt;br /&gt;"No...he doesn't live here anymore!  I told you that!"&lt;br /&gt;"But I really need to talk to him!"&lt;br /&gt;"He's not the President anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;And again!  the next day, the SAME guy talks to the SAME guard and asks, "Can I talk to President Bush please?"&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guard's&lt;/span&gt; about going crazy by now, but refrains from punching this old guy in the face, somehow, and responds with, "I.  Already.  Told you.  BUSH IS NOT THE PRESIDENT ANYMORE!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I just love hearing it."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shitton&lt;/span&gt; of cakes to bake, assemble, and decorate by Saturday!  I'm kind of excited in a nervous kind of way.  If anything goes awry (definitely a word not used often enough I say) I'm kinda screwed, seeing as I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;runnin&lt;/span&gt;' low on food cash at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!  Things always turn out.  There really isn't any other solution (unless you're all morbid and depressing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and always consider suicide as an alternative. In which case you should  probably just get on with it seeing as people have probably stopped giving a shit quite a while ago.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-807053538137121331?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/807053538137121331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=807053538137121331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/807053538137121331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/807053538137121331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/11/todays-been-day-full-of-hope.html' title='Today&apos;s been a day full of hope!'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-1354969924509187823</id><published>2008-10-27T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:11:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to add a picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/uploaded_images/katiechild1-744584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/uploaded_images/katiechild1-744575.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say it's not my fault, and I have enough reason to say so (no working computer with internet, the only other computer was mysteriously missing it's '9','o','l' and '.' buttons) but I was at my parents a few times, so I could have written something.   I have no alibi.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I graduate this Saturday!  Which I'm excited for, but I hate the fact that it means I can't do anything for Halloween.  Again.  Here's to hoping for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding cake (technically, 6 separate wedding cakes) is coming up, and I'm kind of nervous.  Not because I don't know what I'm doing (I've had that down for a long while now) but because I physically can't do a damn thing until AT MOST 4 days before.  I don't want to give them stale cakes.  That would be a real dick thing to do.  it's going to be absolutely gorgeous though.  At least, if it comes anywhere near toward what's in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that picture is my children's cake that I did a multitude of months ago.  It's what I'm most proud of I think.  Though some people said that the spider was too...big...  I liked it goddamnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Obama doesn't win the election, something is profoundly wrong in our society today.  Fuck the Status Quo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-1354969924509187823?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/1354969924509187823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=1354969924509187823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1354969924509187823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1354969924509187823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/10/i-want-to-add-picture.html' title='I want to add a picture!'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-3932609251069811251</id><published>2008-09-30T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:13:09.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when I said Computer and I aren't good friends?  Well...</title><content type='html'>Yeah.  Computer's completely dead now.  The cord that has slowly been disintegrating has finally stopped working.  Then I took it apart in a futile attempt to solder it back together.  I failed.  So I'm here at my parents using their facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother turns 16 today!!  Holy shit!  I can't quite wrap my brain around that one.  I think back to when I was his age and...geaaahh...&lt;br /&gt;The Algebra II book he's using for school is the same one I had when I had algebra II.  I think that's hilarious.  And really, really awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL = DONE&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.  I don't have to go to classes anymore.  Ever.  For the rest of my life (until I start feeling like I want to use my brain again).  It's quite possibly the most liberating feeling I've experienced in quite a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I catered the filming of the press package for Sarah's True Perfection.  It was so much fun and satisfying.  I can't wait to do more and more of that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop being so motherly.  But still make food for everyone I know.  Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/span&gt; again.  It's like reading what happens in my brain.  If I were a Irish teacher in the late 1800's/early 1900's.  And male.  And an existential genius.  ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-3932609251069811251?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/3932609251069811251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=3932609251069811251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/3932609251069811251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/3932609251069811251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/09/remember-when-i-said-computer-and-i.html' title='Remember when I said Computer and I aren&apos;t good friends?  Well...'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-4419773690175591002</id><published>2008-09-14T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T03:41:38.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And one week later</title><content type='html'>Time goes by so much faster now...  It seems like you look forward to something, it happens, you're disappointed, and life moves on.  As mama always said "life's a bitch, you complain, then you die."  Hmm...not nearly as poetic as the geniuses behind Forrest Gump, but they had a budget to work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8080ff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer has some sort of "Trojan Horse" type of virus and I'm attempting to get rid of it.  Only computers and I ... well, lets just say we usually avoid each other at parties; saying "oh shit why'd &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; show up?"  It's kind of funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing ovens were invented before computers.  Take that people-who-work-with-computers!  My career's been around longer than yours! &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that makes prostitutes proud of their profession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how my mind wanders from topic to topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a completely separate note: I've reached a point in my appetite where anything even remotely involving sugar repulses me.  My chef instructor today tried to get us all to sample orangettes vs. Trader Joe's chocolate covered orange dealies.  At 8:30 in the morning.  Needless to say, I couldn't do it.  I'm kind of scared if that means I have some sort of diabetes or something, but that's just the hypochondriac in me.  I'm sure it's just the over-saturation of carbohydrates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss steak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-4419773690175591002?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/4419773690175591002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=4419773690175591002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/4419773690175591002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/4419773690175591002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/09/and-one-week-later.html' title='And one week later'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-8590692315144791</id><published>2008-09-07T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:06:14.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, I'm not nearly as smooth as I'd like to be</title><content type='html'>So school is in its last month, and we're actually doing shit again!  The last couple months I wasn't bringing home anything, and it made me sad.  Today, however (despite starting school still kind of drunk) I brought home a well-graded (well-earned)&lt;br /&gt;chocolate box full of Port, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cassis&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caricau&lt;/span&gt; chocolate truffles!  Granted, I have no other food...  Seriously, I live like a rich person (if rich people only owned desserts). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an awesome party tonight that had a multitude of nice people, a few of which I met.  I enjoy meeting new people because it reassures me in my ability to make people happy and interested in life.  I believe that everyone has a whole bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; stories to tell about themselves, as long as they are willing to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that I make people around me spill things.  Oh well!!  At least I clean up after myself.  Though there's only so much I can do for people's pants. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-8590692315144791?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/8590692315144791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=8590692315144791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/8590692315144791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/8590692315144791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/09/sometimes-im-not-nearly-as-smooth-as-id.html' title='Sometimes, I&apos;m not nearly as smooth as I&apos;d like to be'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-7512571246434283030</id><published>2008-09-02T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:51:45.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People named Dexter are awesome</title><content type='html'>At least, in TV land.  Dexter's Laboratory is one of the greatest kids show ever: "'Hey Dexter guess what I am!' 'Annoying'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my new Dexter favorite, for adults!  &lt;u&gt;Dexter&lt;/u&gt;  on Showtime.  Not that I get showtime, of course, but I can still watch the Korean subtitles!  I'm really excited to get the books, they're going to be absolutely wonderful.  But seriously, if you get a chance to watch this show it's amazingly captivating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about falling in love with a character that would kill you without a second thought is both captivating and terrifying at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how our society has this unyielding love of serial killers.  Just read about any of them throuought history: serial killers get more fan mail than any rock star ever could imagine.  Girls would send letters to Ed Gein even to say they would have sex with him.  Though I'm sure he'd rather pick guys.  I wonder if it's just Americans or the world in general.  I do think that it's human nature to be attracted to what can hurt you most.  Hence: skydivers, scubadivers, BMX shit, motorcycles, cars, living...  It's a good thing being alive in general is so dangerous, or we'd all be bored off our asses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally naming one of my sons Dexter though, just because there are very few names with the letter 'x' in it (which is my favorite letter (because it's almost entirely useless)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-7512571246434283030?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/7512571246434283030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=7512571246434283030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/7512571246434283030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/7512571246434283030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/09/people-named-dexter-are-awesome.html' title='People named Dexter are awesome'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-5566385476092494747</id><published>2008-08-31T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:08:13.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I spend my days off in the kitchen too!</title><content type='html'>I have now made a habit of cooking everything I need for the week on Sundays.  I make pizza and rice-for-burritos and tortillas and bread so I don't have to buy anything the rest of the week.  Makes my life a lot cheaper and a little bit happier since I don't have to attempt to buy food during the week. (Except Thursdays, because I'm not home).  But I think it's pretty cool.  I enjoy saving myself 3.50 on tortillas.  And like...2 on bread.  That's 5.50 a week!  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm collecting recipes from people to add to my collection!  I have a couple from the chick in Sarah's new movie, and some from Mr. Cameraman!  I want to get at least one from each person who comes into this house.  That I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a million dollars I would feed as many people as I possible could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had to decorate a wedding cake for our final in school, so now I have this gigantic, three-tiered styrofoam cake decorated all pretty-like sitting in my front room.  I have no idea what I could possibly do with it.  I can't throw it away, because I spent a good...30-35 hours working on it, but there's no room or reason to keep it here.  I think I'll take it to my parents, and let them throw it away!  As long as they don't tell me when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!  So it's taken me a while but I finally did that completely retarded thing I was planning to a while back.   Kind of...At least, in my own special way I did.  I would say I made myself pretty clear, but then again, reading my own thoughts isn't particularly difficult.  I'm just glad I didn't...wuss...out.  I have absolutely no idea if it made any difference whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, I am the ultimate champion of all bread wars!  I think it's funny how I now have two scars from bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-5566385476092494747?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/5566385476092494747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=5566385476092494747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5566385476092494747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5566385476092494747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/08/i-spend-my-days-off-in-kitchen-too.html' title='I spend my days off in the kitchen too!'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-3972916483653424803</id><published>2008-08-20T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:26:00.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathematically Impossible:</title><content type='html'>So somehow with a job at 32 hours a week (minimum) I have a lot less money than I did without a steady job.  That makes no sense to me.  But I guess that's what happens when you have a job where you get no tips.  That hasn't happened in a really long time.  I really, really look forward to paydays now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking for a raise is a lot easier than one would think.  Getting one, however, is an entirely different story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks of school...!!!  I'm so excited to be done.  Except for the whole lack of health insurance.  Well, Kaiser doesn't know I don't live at home, maybe they won't know I'm out of school?  Hooray for withholding information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the full read-through for Sarah's 'True Perfection.'  It was awesome!  The cast is great and everyone definitely got into their roles.  Being completely new to this whole film stuff, it's crazy watching things go from spoken ideas, to paper, to people.  Man there's a lot of narration though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to actually write down all the foods I make for Matt and I.  If I do it right I think I could sell a rather useful cookbook for people who want to feed their friends/roommates for under 20$ a week.  Or just themselves for under 30$ a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing!  I'm planning on doing something probably really stupid soon.  But I'll have to do it or my brain will explode.  Don't you just love that feeling of nervous-excitement that makes the pit of your stomach feel like it's not even there?!  'Cause I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-3972916483653424803?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/3972916483653424803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=3972916483653424803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/3972916483653424803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/3972916483653424803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/08/mathematically-impossible.html' title='Mathematically Impossible:'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-9220287338170780801</id><published>2008-08-15T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:25:50.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But...I just posted the other day...</title><content type='html'>So apparently my days go by a lot faster than I think they do.  I can't believe August is already half-way done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming more and more excited for the end of school.  A lot of it probably has to do with me needing to not hurt myself there anymore: Last Saturday I had an interesting run in with boiling pastry cream to the face.  That was excrutiatingly fun!  (and that was the first time I've ever used that word in the correct context!)  At least I got to nap at the ER for a bit.  I'm perfectly fine now (thank you neosporin for existing), albeit nervous around pastry cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Palahniuk's &lt;u&gt;Haunted&lt;/u&gt; right now, and my stomach is kind of...churning...  He writes so, well, hauntingly that it stays in your mind for way longer than you'd want it to.  I highly recommend his books though; they're almost Steven King-esq.  Only not all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some news about OTV stuff: we are now 3 people!  Which makes scheduling so incredibly easier.  Our new photoshoot was a lot of fun.  I can't believe I'm saying this, but I like having my picture taken!  I think deep down we're all narcisisitic (because self-awareness makes us human) and anyone who says they hate their picture taken are really just trying to get attention.  Granted, bad pictures exist, a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-9220287338170780801?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/9220287338170780801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=9220287338170780801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/9220287338170780801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/9220287338170780801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/08/buti-just-posted-other-day.html' title='But...I just posted the other day...'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-5229119316172043712</id><published>2008-08-04T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:16:21.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New people are awesome</title><content type='html'>So now we have two new people on OTV!  I think, believe, and hope that they will work out wonderfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes, when I'm really tired, I have a problem of reverting to being about 8 years old.  Or maybe 12, when the world begins to open up and you start understanding things, but you're still holding onto all those weird traits younger children have.  Only I'm 21 and doing that...  It's amusing though!  I laugh at least.  And that's what matters.  I can only make other people smile if I'm happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is wonderful, but sometimes I wish that it wasn't over 9 hours most days.  I start to get tired at certain points and I can feel myself not working at full capacity. &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more frustrating than not doing things as well as you know you can.  But I'll get used to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-5229119316172043712?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/5229119316172043712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=5229119316172043712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5229119316172043712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/5229119316172043712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/08/new-people-are-awesome.html' title='New people are awesome'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-1115930378607874198</id><published>2008-08-02T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:21:47.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!!!  I'm 21!  My parents bought me my first legal drink!</title><content type='html'>So I turned 21 on Wednesday! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;! I actually feel a lot different. I see the different types of alcohol and stuff at work and realize "holy shit I can buy that!" and it's cool. Not like I will anytime soon, since money is a no-have for me, but still...the possibility that I can make some kick-ass drinks and stuff for friends when they come over is awesome. Eventually I want a full/semi-full bar that people can order lots of different types of drinks from. I think that would be awesome! especially since people are a lot more prone to buying desserts when they're slightly drunk than when they're sober. That and I don't like cheap beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;palette&lt;/span&gt; wasn't so sophisticated. It would make my life a lot cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the interesting happenings for the night include, but are not limited to: having a long, interesting drunken-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; conversation with my mom (and my dad, sometimes interjecting when he could), having my parents' car towed, and making my little brother so embarrassed that his voice cracked constantly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really, really appreciate my family. As fucked up as they may have been in the past, I think they are doing a great job of fixing everything. It gives me hope for their future, my future, and that everyone can grow up learning from their past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;successful &lt;/span&gt;procreation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is very captain planet of me. The Power is Yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-1115930378607874198?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/1115930378607874198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=1115930378607874198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1115930378607874198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1115930378607874198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/08/alright-21-hooray.html' title='Whee!!!  I&apos;m 21!  My parents bought me my first legal drink!'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-6702284690759666187</id><published>2008-07-26T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:25:35.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so movies...</title><content type='html'>I just watched "PeggieSue Got Married" at home an it made me think about high school. At this point 3 years ago I was sure I would be married at right now and starting a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck dude, now I'm no where near that goal...hard to have any thoughts of starting a family when you have no prospects of a person you want to start that family with. Doesn't stop my feelings of want though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit. Problem is: that movie ends with the main character chick ending up with her high school sweetheart. That never happens. I don't regret my high school relationship at all (so Nathan if you ever read this thank you for everything. I'm totally serious.) But I know I could never stay with that person forever. High school is so different from 'the afterlife.' It's insulated from money problems and debt and painful passion and everything (at least I think so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have school without chool. (thank you Mike and Matt, I really miss you guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man, even now is so different from real life. I'm not sure what real life will be like, but I hope and pray to God (or whatever spiritual guide I feel like) that it will be as fun and as happy as Senior/Freshman Summer year. Right now I miss that part of my life more than anything possible. I don't want my life to exactly the same, obviously, but with at least as many people as I cared about and knew and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godfuckingdamnit I just want someone to understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, everyone who has come out of college/high school and is looking toward their successful future feels this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go us! We will conquer the world, because we get past this shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-6702284690759666187?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/6702284690759666187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=6702284690759666187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/6702284690759666187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/6702284690759666187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/07/ok-so-movies.html' title='Ok so movies...'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-1329666446722637605</id><published>2008-07-25T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:45:35.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Place to Live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so now I am officially out of El Monte.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;!  And I'm living with Sarah, which is awesome because I know her!  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;this'll&lt;/span&gt; make the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OTV&lt;/span&gt; and becoming famous work out a lot easier when I don't have to drive forever just for meetings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're in Hollywood when the gym you go to won't let you have a fucking cup for water for free.  Fuckers.  50 cents for an empty cup that didn't even have to have water in it.    Christ.  I need quarters for laundry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goddamnit&lt;/span&gt;!  That frustrated me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I really want to start kickboxing and stuff!  I think it would be really fun and a much better way of getting rid of LA-related &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;road-rage&lt;/span&gt; than killing people.  Only problem I could see is royally screwing with my wrists, and I need steady hands.  Right now my hands resemble those of old people.  On speed.  If I was playing my flute/sax right now I could trill D/Eb really, really fast!  Because that half-step trill is used so often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could just be ridiculously tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just really, really excited about my turning 21 on Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a party on Saturday night celebrating this fact!  Not sure where exactly yet, but it'll be wonderfully awesome and filmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to sleep in till 6:30 tomorrow!  Things just keep getting better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-1329666446722637605?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/1329666446722637605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=1329666446722637605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1329666446722637605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/1329666446722637605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/07/place-to-live.html' title='Place to Live!'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-8968352225618211340</id><published>2008-07-08T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:21:36.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing how fast you can go from bored off your ass to busy as f...everything</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to at least keep my titles PG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #2&amp;amp;3 - CHECK!!  Holy shit!  You are now reading the ramblings of the Assistant Pastry Chef at UGO cafe in Downtown Culver City.  Oh my god it's wonderful.  It's 6-2 most mornings, so I'm up around the time I used to go to sleep, but it is totally, completely, undoubtedly worth it.  I don't even feel tired when I leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, #1 = going to culinary school, #2 = job in kitchen doing anything, #3 = job in kitchen doing pastry stuff.  I don't know the order of my next goals, but I do know they include going to Europe to learn more about all the techniques and everything there, opening my own place somewhere, and having enough money to pay off my school debts.  And starting a family.  And being the most kick-ass grandma ever.  But those are in a while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm picking up Spanish at an alarming rate now, it's amazing how well the immersion technique works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step = Moving into an amazing apartment!  Then finding a serving job for nights near Culver City/West LA so I can get the hell out of debt and start enjoying life!  I really like Crocodile Cafe because of the people, but hostessing really isnt too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of GOD, I will never, EVER take a job as a hostess again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-8968352225618211340?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/8968352225618211340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=8968352225618211340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/8968352225618211340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/8968352225618211340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/07/its-amazing-how-fast-you-can-go-from.html' title='It&apos;s amazing how fast you can go from bored off your ass to busy as f...everything'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211900358388990035.post-4561214044483867040</id><published>2008-06-29T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:40:05.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self: Do not lock keys in car.</title><content type='html'>I like it when the title has nothing to do with the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm looking for another place to work (obviously) and it's...predictable.  But I would love to just cook for people.  I'm being totally serious here: $7-15 per person (depending on what kind of food you want) and I'll come to your house, buy all ingredients necessary, cook a really nice dinner and dessert, clean the entire kitchen and wash any dirty dishes in the house.  It's like a personal chef and kitchen-maid all in one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Kitchenmade...I like it!  It's a play on kitchenaid (the greatest invention ever), maid (to clean the kitchen) and made (because everything's...made).  I'm going with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.  It's already been gone with.  Damnit!  Same idea and everything!  Well, it is a pretty obvious pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still want to cook for people, even if I don't have a name for it yet.  So if you want a nice dinner any night; contact me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211900358388990035-4561214044483867040?l=www.abstractcore.com%2Fkatiecoffman'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/4561214044483867040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211900358388990035&amp;postID=4561214044483867040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/4561214044483867040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211900358388990035/posts/default/4561214044483867040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abstractcore.com/katiecoffman/2008/06/note-to-self-do-not-lock-keys-in-car.html' title='Note to self: Do not lock keys in car.'/><author><name>Katie Coffman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394330248543961646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11938004234676188144'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
