<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208</id><updated>2011-09-14T22:13:43.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kaly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-6167400265524998268</id><published>2009-04-04T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:53:52.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao.</title><content type='html'>I have moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellokaly.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://hellokaly.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-6167400265524998268?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6167400265524998268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=6167400265524998268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/6167400265524998268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/6167400265524998268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2009/04/ciao.html' title='Ciao.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-7086786747539252413</id><published>2009-03-30T20:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:16:51.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SdFrjNoLXBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gIbzVB0vVi8/s1600-h/LouisvilleCardinals.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319150887599037458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SdFrjNoLXBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gIbzVB0vVi8/s320/LouisvilleCardinals.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must say, I am quite embarrassed to be a Cards fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's idea was it to make it #1 in the Big East, #1 over-all, just to go to the Elite 8 and blow it?!?! Really, guys?! Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NCAA Championship was looking hopeful as the Cards dominated #12 seed Arizona 103-64. Then on Sunday, after a pathetic attempt to stay tied with #2 Michigan state, they lost 64-52. Terrible. Absolutely horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully next year they won't let their egos get into their heads so badly. It's pretty embarrassing for me and I'm just a spectator. I can't imagine being apart of the team that lost the #1 over-all seed against a #2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obama himself thought they'd make it farther than that! Way to go, Cards. Way to disappoint the President. That's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-7086786747539252413?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7086786747539252413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=7086786747539252413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/7086786747539252413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/7086786747539252413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2009/03/sports-talk.html' title='Sports talk.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SdFrjNoLXBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gIbzVB0vVi8/s72-c/LouisvilleCardinals.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-8799833066803981982</id><published>2009-02-22T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:16:41.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the bachelor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.newsok.com/television/files/2008/12/the-bachelor-jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px" alt="" src="http://blog.newsok.com/television/files/2008/12/the-bachelor-jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For once, I have actually been keeping up with weekly watching a TV series. After getting his heart broken by DeAnna Pappas from 'The Bachelorette,' Jason Mesnick moved on to be the leading man of "The Bachelor." From the looks of it Jason has definitely set his sights on Melissa Rycroft, a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader. It is unusual for the show to so obviously display who the lucky proposal goes to, so Stacey and I checked to see what was up. According to much speculation, Jason does propose to Melissa; however, their engagement ends approximately two months later (the break-up will be featured on the After the Rose Ceremony episode next Monday) and begins dating Molly Malaney, the girl who was left broken hearted without a ring. In addition, word has it that ABC has been planning this all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This definitely made me say "Seriously?!?! Seriously." Why would a guy who seems to be such a respect-worthy gentleman do some crazy thing like that?! Hopefully on the After the Rose Ceremony Part 2 episode next Tuesday night he can save his dignity. Right now, he's lower than dirt in my book. I sure hope his son doesn't have to grow up with a father who did such a horribly shady thing. The poor kid already has experienced 4 of dad's women in his young 3 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope Jason has a little more class than ABC likes to reveal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-8799833066803981982?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8799833066803981982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=8799833066803981982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/8799833066803981982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/8799833066803981982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2009/02/bachelor.html' title='the bachelor'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-8217769339464823200</id><published>2009-02-12T15:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:47:25.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived Ice Storm '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSOFtyyJTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gBwjAL_p-Ww/s1600-h/DSCN2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302018890165003570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSOFtyyJTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gBwjAL_p-Ww/s320/DSCN2584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSQG9vhAII/AAAAAAAAAF0/2msTPXuJn-U/s1600-h/DSCN2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302021110649389186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSQG9vhAII/AAAAAAAAAF0/2msTPXuJn-U/s320/DSCN2586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSQG9vhAII/AAAAAAAAAF0/2msTPXuJn-U/s1600-h/DSCN2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSOFtyyJTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gBwjAL_p-Ww/s1600-h/DSCN2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSSBU2uIjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oAz7up6VJg4/s1600-h/DSCN2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302023212797665842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSSBU2uIjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oAz7up6VJg4/s320/DSCN2587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSQG9vhAII/AAAAAAAAAF0/2msTPXuJn-U/s1600-h/DSCN2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSSBU2uIjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oAz7up6VJg4/s1600-h/DSCN2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSQG9vhAII/AAAAAAAAAF0/2msTPXuJn-U/s1600-h/DSCN2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSQG9vhAII/AAAAAAAAAF0/2msTPXuJn-U/s1600-h/DSCN2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSSBU2uIjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oAz7up6VJg4/s1600-h/DSCN2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSWfdBPH1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/cnrW-zBDZes/s1600-h/DSCN2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302028128431841106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSWfdBPH1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/cnrW-zBDZes/s320/DSCN2592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSSBU2uIjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oAz7up6VJg4/s1600-h/DSCN2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSQG9vhAII/AAAAAAAAAF0/2msTPXuJn-U/s1600-h/DSCN2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSSBU2uIjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oAz7up6VJg4/s1600-h/DSCN2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSUDutTn0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1Ls2Tz8V53s/s1600-h/DSCN2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302025453120495426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSUDutTn0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1Ls2Tz8V53s/s320/DSCN2593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSQG9vhAII/AAAAAAAAAF0/2msTPXuJn-U/s1600-h/DSCN2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSSBU2uIjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oAz7up6VJg4/s1600-h/DSCN2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSQG9vhAII/AAAAAAAAAF0/2msTPXuJn-U/s1600-h/DSCN2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so did Tinkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSYjit-4SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hGMrdfpOxgU/s1600-h/FSCN2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302030397704429858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSYjit-4SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hGMrdfpOxgU/s320/FSCN2601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSSBU2uIjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oAz7up6VJg4/s1600-h/DSCN2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-8217769339464823200?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8217769339464823200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=8217769339464823200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/8217769339464823200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/8217769339464823200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-survived-ice-storm-09.html' title='I survived Ice Storm &apos;09'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SZSOFtyyJTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gBwjAL_p-Ww/s72-c/DSCN2584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-5262459183275288318</id><published>2009-01-26T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:17:06.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never ending countdown.</title><content type='html'>We had yet another snow day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It officially pushes graduation back to the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 3 more snow days and we're on to June. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I haven't gone to school on my birthday since like 6th grade, if not younger, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-5262459183275288318?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5262459183275288318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=5262459183275288318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5262459183275288318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5262459183275288318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-ending-countdown.html' title='never ending countdown.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-645192625162342617</id><published>2009-01-15T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:22:44.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blank.</title><content type='html'>Not a lot has happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;But no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey, Daniel and I remembered how much we enjoy being together last weekend. We did the usual teenage stuff. Eat, walk aimlessly around a store being retarded, try to steal a shopping cart... It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics class started. Omg. I want to kill myself. I completely failed the quiz twice and I don't understand any of it. It would be really great if there was actually a teacher to teach us the dang subject. But oh well. I'll just pray and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to kinda-sorta understand Calculus. I'm excited. It makes me hopeful. But it's still kind of tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the Spanish placement exam for UofL. I don't even qualify for the lowest level class. I would have to take intermediate classes before taking classes that actually counted towards a major. I was kind of disappointed. So I don't know about that Spanish minor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Spanish, I got the highest grade in the class on our latest quiz. I even beat Renee! I now have the highest grade on that quiz, and in the class! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsie and I finalized our talent show song decision. Rush by Aly and AJ. We were pretty tired of the other song, so we changed it. We're still working out the kinks, but Mary should rest assured knowing that she's got some tough competition ready to kick her butt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsie, Dallas and I have formulated an ingenious, hilarious plan that hopefully will make for a GREAT blog if it works out as intended. But we'll have to wait and see. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to Shelby Christian on Sunday nights. I like it. I finally feel comfortable at a church and I actually voluntarily go there. I &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to go. So it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a roller coaster still, but gradually I'm getting back to my starting point. But if Mom doesn't get off menopause soon, we're gonna be having lots more problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, see ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-645192625162342617?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/645192625162342617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=645192625162342617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/645192625162342617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/645192625162342617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2009/01/blank.html' title='blank.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2754835768752668396</id><published>2009-01-08T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:16:51.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a great day</title><content type='html'>So I'm not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already in a good mood and was all giddy and stuff. And each morning this week has started off with a lil dose of Daniel so that always cheers me up. Go besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all the fun started in Calculus. I pretty much never know anything that's going on in that class and I hate every minute of it. Today all we did was take a survey so it wasn't so bad. Before break we took an amazingly difficult, amazingly ridiculous 7 question, 200 point mid-term exam that I was not excited about. I can never do the homework right, much less a whopping test! So today Daniel was all like "Mrs. Mac can we see our tests?" and I was like "NO! BURN THEM!" Well she showed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She graded them pretty leniently or else everyone would've failed. The highest grade in the class was 170/200 which is a B-. It was said that a couple of people got that. The lowest possible score based on how she graded it was a 130/200...and I was quite positive I got lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee was first to see hers, and go figure...170/200. More people that have better grades than me went. They were all disappointed. Daniel saw his and laughed that his terrible mid-term grade raised his even more terrible grade in the class. Then it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not happy. I was like "oh no." It was not good. But then....I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;170/200 baby!!!!!!!!!! Woooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It lowered my Calculus grade, but I DONT CARE! I PASSED! With the highest grade!!!! Yay!!! I'm pretty sure I was the only idiot in the class who was excited about their score, haha. But that is A-OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a high off of that until English... where it got even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see our scores on the On-Demand test today. I'm no writer, so I was not looking forward to this either. But guess what! I got a Proficient! Woo! I am one of the happy people getting free pizza next week! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was today.&lt;br /&gt;It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, see ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2754835768752668396?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2754835768752668396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2754835768752668396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2754835768752668396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2754835768752668396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-day.html' title='a great day'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-4395862282242497306</id><published>2009-01-05T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:46:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months and 17 days until graduation</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day back to school after the holiday break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty freaking excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't really like school. I was just excited knowing that graduation is creeping closer and closer. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I had my first real, true happy day in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;It felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsie and I even made up a song that we're thinking about putting on a CD and distributing to the seniors. Maybe even sing it at graduation...who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I'm just super excited to finish high school. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-4395862282242497306?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4395862282242497306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=4395862282242497306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/4395862282242497306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/4395862282242497306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-months-and-17-days-until-graduation.html' title='4 months and 17 days until graduation'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-3997602122435272394</id><published>2008-12-30T20:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:29:52.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 - my best and worst year in review</title><content type='html'>I must say this year has been the biggest emotional roller coaster of my life. This year I've enjoyed my life's greatest memories as well as it's worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the new year starting a new relationship on January 5th that I never knew would end up how it did. My life was going the way I'd always hoped it would and everything was perfect. I kept up with everything in FCCLA and still had time to watch my boyfriend kick butt in track. I said goodbye to my last great grandparent, but am fully and happily aware that God's taking much better care of her in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, God did manage to throw in a reality check. I nearly lost my life in a car accident on April 11th. I will never understand why that happened, but I will always know it happened for a reason. I've been told by school companions that my wreck slowed them down, so if I helped save one life, then it was worth it. To me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued enjoying life and celebrated my much anticipated 17th birthday. I was still happy and had developed an even closer relationship to my best friend, Stacey but had begun to drift farther and farther away from my 10 year long friendship with Daniel. I still kept my head up high, especially since I was beginning to fall madly in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an exciting trip to Ohio with Stacey and had a taste of independence. Of course we still had an adult with us since neither one of us was 18, but it was still great to experience. I must say, those were some of the best days I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started my final year of high school knowing exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I had a college picked out, an intended major decided and a career plan in mind. I was ready to graduate but knew that there was still much time to go. I slowed down on FCCLA involvement, especially after sadly losing presidency to my future roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then lost the most important thing to me in my life on November 15th. That break-up is/was the most heart breaking thing I have ever experienced. No wreck could ever hurt me more than this has, and no person could ever hurt me more than he did. I still struggle with it everyday and have yet to find the optimism in this situation. It is the hardest thing I've ever had to go through and it has definitely put my heart and my relationships to a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end the year trying unsuccessfully to be optimistic. I have loved and I have lost and I have lived everything in between. Overall, this has been the best year of my life, but it's definitely difficult to say that after the way the past month and a half has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what has happened in 2008 and what will happen in the year to come, I must always remember that I survived. I lived through it all and now I'm strong enough to face whatever will come at me next. No, it won't be easy, but I will be able to do it. With only 5 months until graduation, it's time to realize what's important in my life and what I have learned over the 17 amazing years I have lived. It's time to realize and appreciate the wonderful family I have, the roof over my head, the abundance of food in my kitchen, and the great education I am so privileged to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 withholds a new, exciting chapter of my life and I can't wait to see what God has in store for me this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-3997602122435272394?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3997602122435272394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=3997602122435272394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/3997602122435272394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/3997602122435272394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-my-best-and-worst-year-in-review.html' title='2008 - my best and worst year in review'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-3107166046745366277</id><published>2008-12-30T11:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:06:57.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the pursuit of happiness.</title><content type='html'>No matter what crap happens to me in this world, &lt;div&gt;there are always two things that make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVpTt71boHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xia9FP6K6XU/s1600-h/DSCN2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629161293717618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVpTt71boHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xia9FP6K6XU/s320/DSCN2432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVpU1hNlMlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/66N0TXqnC_Q/s1600-h/DSCN2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630391097832018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVpU1hNlMlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/66N0TXqnC_Q/s320/DSCN2462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-3107166046745366277?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3107166046745366277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=3107166046745366277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/3107166046745366277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/3107166046745366277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='the pursuit of happiness.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVpTt71boHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xia9FP6K6XU/s72-c/DSCN2432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2112114021529672624</id><published>2008-12-27T21:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:56:55.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>family christmas.</title><content type='html'>So Friday was the Hoppes family Christmas. Instead of doing normal gifts, we do $5 gag gifts. Remember the good 'ol boot I almost died to retrieve? Haha...yeah... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Briquelle and I teamed up as one for the gag gift thing cuz well yeah we both went on a crazy adventure for it. And so we're anticipating who's gonna grab our boot when up came our turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We easily agreed on the one with the foofy top. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a rubber chicken! Literally, we both almost died laughing because we both have always wanted a rubber chicken, and BAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVbpx3pgvzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3VHmmT0mZ2o/s1600-h/PIC-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284668255726780210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVbpx3pgvzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3VHmmT0mZ2o/s320/PIC-0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while we were still laughing, up comes Grandma ready to pick out her gift! Guess freaking what. She picked the boot. Oh my gosh I haven't laughed that hard in so long. We were hoping like Uncle Rick or someone would get it. No. Grandma. It was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVbqmDsyaCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D0r4pX6qLdQ/s1600-h/PIC-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284669152314943522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVbqmDsyaCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D0r4pX6qLdQ/s320/PIC-0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long story short....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traded a dirty, smelly boot for partial custody of a rubber chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2112114021529672624?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2112114021529672624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2112114021529672624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2112114021529672624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2112114021529672624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-christmas.html' title='family christmas.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVbpx3pgvzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3VHmmT0mZ2o/s72-c/PIC-0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-5868679236600280350</id><published>2008-12-24T18:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:03:10.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>overrated.</title><content type='html'>I don't have a clue where this topic came from, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about all the many things that are completely overrated.&lt;br /&gt;(To me, anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Holidays. They're pretty cool I guess, but it's one day out of the year dedicated to something random. Like Halloween...I love candy, but no wonder obesity thrives in America. Or St. Patrick's day...It's just an excuse to hurt someone. Now I like holidays, but some people get extreme with them. I love holidays that have meaning (AKA Easter and Christmas) but people take it overboard. Like Christmas, c'mon. Yes, I love getting presents just as much as the next person, but that's not the point. Say for one year no one bought a single Christmas present...dude people would go into chronic depression. It would be bad. It's easy to say "I'd be fine if no one bought me a present" but I'm sure it's way harder to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Birthdays. I don't know why but I always look so forward to my birthday. And guess what. Every year I cry because I'm so disappointed. What the heck. Other people don't care that it's my birthday just as much as I don't care about theirs. Sorry, fact of life. Now kids, yes. Little kid birthdays are always fun and exciting. But past age like...10, it's all downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Most food. People are crazy about food. And most of the time we don't even notice. Food really usually isn't that amazing but people like chow down and get fat because of it. I don't get it. I'm the same hungry person that eats enough to feed 5 people, but really it's not anything to get heart disease over. It's good...but it's not THAT good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. College. Not everyone is meant to go to college. Period. I personally wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't go, but it certainly isn't for everyone. Many people have made millions and never had a single college class. Now, will power, that's another thing. Anyone can survive without going to college, but no one can without will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. iPods. That one's random, but seriously. The capability to listen to music all day, every day, 24/7 via a tiny box...eh. I don't get it. I've never really been into portable cassette tape players, walkmans, or iPods/mp3 players. Just not my thing, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana. Period. I'm sorry, but the girl can't sing. And she shouldn't be taking way too provocative pictures with her dad...that's just gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random list, I know. But that's how my mind works...randomly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-5868679236600280350?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5868679236600280350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=5868679236600280350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5868679236600280350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5868679236600280350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/overrated.html' title='overrated.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-818634521131481760</id><published>2008-12-23T00:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:54:51.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost forgot!</title><content type='html'>So in my weekender blog I almost forgot the most hilarious part! The ride to/from Shelbyville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Briquelle picked me up and Dad whipped out the good 'ol map to tell us where to go. We were trying out a new road. Nice. So we're like okay....we'll wing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well seeing how it's Kentucky there are deer. There were like 3 and they were standing on the side of the road and speedy, city-slicker Briquelle was driving and they ran out towards the car and she freaked out. "OMG! WHAT, ARE THEY STUPID?!! WHY DID THEY JUST RUN TOWARDS MY CAR?!!!! WHAT THE HECK!?! WHY DID THEY JUST DO THAT?!!!?!!" Omg. It was hilarious. Then she started hyperventilating and almost passed out. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo we're driving still and what not and there's this big ugly boot on the side of the road and at the same time we're like "AH! We should go get it!!" So guess what. We turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briquelle stopped in the middle of the road and I went out to retrieve the piece of disgusting and a car was coming up. So as I was running back to the car Briquelle starts going forward and almost runs over me! What?!?! Hahaha, it was funny though. So the car behind us thought we were nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;From:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st we found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVGxseFIp6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/uGpOtGK75j4/s1600-h/PIC-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283199215429265314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVGxseFIp6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/uGpOtGK75j4/s320/PIC-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some random car behind us was like riding our tail. It was like a 55 and we were going like 75 and they were still close. So Briquelle slowed way down and the old man was like WTFAJASFASd. So then he finally passed, flipping us off. Right in front of his young child in the front seat. Beautiful example. Well we started riding his tail and he like adjusted his rear-view mirror and everything and was ready for a fight. It was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. That was the part I left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-818634521131481760?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/818634521131481760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=818634521131481760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/818634521131481760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/818634521131481760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-forgot.html' title='almost forgot!'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVGxseFIp6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/uGpOtGK75j4/s72-c/PIC-0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2754513349447757693</id><published>2008-12-22T20:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:04:46.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>most random weekend ever.</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I'm quite sure this has been the most random weekend of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to Sierra's party in Lexington.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave out all the details except that I didn't go to bed until like 8 in the morning and had to wake up at 10. Ughhh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Kenny Delver: Leave Stacey alone! You are a horny fag and she does not want you! Back off or I'll have to deal with you myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Saturday after I had like two freaking hours of sleep, I came home, got ready and had to go to an FCCLA thing. Go freaking figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was there...yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. Uh omg. I went on a double date with Jessica, Cody and a guy I've never met ever in my life named Steven. Totally freaking random. It was basically 3 rednecks...and me. Yeah. Weird. I had fun, but not in a date kind of way. It was totally weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't come home from that until like 1 AM and had to wake up at 8:45. Ugh me + no sleep = not freaking good. I was not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church, then went home, got re-ready and went to Shelbyville with Briquelle. What a funny ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went to Christmaspaloozafestivaspartyextravaganza 2008 with Shelby Christian and it was fun. Kind of funny sometimes though. Hey Briquelle, where are you going? They had an eggnog drinking contest and it was sooo gross. And we were all outside watching people puke while it was like 9 degrees outside. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were gonna go to Grace's house, but she wasn't there yet so we were like dang. So we sat at Kroger parking lot until we figured out what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVG0_8liRBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aayxbOrnP60/s1600-h/PIC-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283202848570622994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVG0_8liRBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aayxbOrnP60/s320/PIC-0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally Tristan and his sister came and we all went to Waffle House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVG1s4bupjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t6dVbWhb-Rk/s1600-h/PIC-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283203620549862962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVG1s4bupjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t6dVbWhb-Rk/s320/PIC-0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Tristan ^ ... Don't ask why we took this picture.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random. It was interesting. Especially with the very serious buisness meeting going on... I mean c'mon you have to have the perfect spot for your band's show so that all 10 people are comfortable and not gonna cause problems. I mean, seriously. It's business meeting worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Tristan and Anna were like mega chain smoking so when we left we smelled awful, but we were used to it by then so we didn't notice it. Grace sure did though and Febreezed us! Fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the apartment and partied with Peck and Reece and laughed at funny scene kids' love stories. I learned that if you've been together for a month, it's love. Especially if he buys you everything. I just wanna know who gets the cat, Link, when they break up. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today we went to the Serenity Center in Shelbyville to deliver food to old people. I was expecting like a heartwarming, moving experience, but all we did was hand a lady a fruit basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sam's Place afterward to eat and omg the waitress was saying something...I don't even remember...but she accidently said shit and gasped and was like omg I'm so sorry. It was funny. So because of that we got an extra chicken tender and an extra Mt. Dew. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briquelle and I left Shelbyville and headed out to Bardstown. If we had gone another way, it would've taken us...oh...maybe 20-30 minutes? No, instead we took the long way and were on the road for 2 freaking hours. WHAT!?! Yeah, not excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got there and got Blake and went to AT&amp;amp;T to get expert opinions on certain phones, then headed over to el Jimador's. We pulled up to the road and Blake was like "OMG that sign just said 'R U Poop!' " We thought he was kidding so we, of course, checked it out for ourselves. Yup. That's what it said alright. Pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVG0pgYPPiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DCZBZDjxNyU/s1600-h/PIC-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283202463041535522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVG0pgYPPiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DCZBZDjxNyU/s320/PIC-0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we ate and everything and the waitress pretty much loved Blake and went to the bathroom before we left. We walked out and Briquelle was like "Did anyone get the ticket?" and we were all like "No..." Haha we went back to our table to go find it, and I'm pretty sure they were looking for us. They were probably getting ready to send the cops after us. Haha it was awkward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exciting time at Wal-Mart and Blake peeing in my yard, I finally got to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVG2UPlNfnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/52sO9Yd6miQ/s1600-h/PIC-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283204296778546802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVG2UPlNfnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/52sO9Yd6miQ/s320/PIC-0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, see ya later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2754513349447757693?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2754513349447757693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2754513349447757693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2754513349447757693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2754513349447757693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-random-weekend-ever.html' title='most random weekend ever.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SVG0_8liRBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aayxbOrnP60/s72-c/PIC-0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-1396045566943458023</id><published>2008-12-16T21:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:42:32.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>WELLLLL I've definitely had an exciting few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Brandon's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;She's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally almost am done re-loading everything back to my computer and getting it back to normal. Rodney had to format it because it had a whomping virus. So fun stuff, gotta do EVERYTHING all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my stupid AP English project. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent show: January 30th. I'm flippin scared out of my freaking mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be snow day number 2. Today was number 1. Woo! But that's enough snow days... I want to graduate on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally declared myself DONE with putting up with Jake's crap! NO MORE! I deleted his number, took him off my MySpace... I'M DONE! I never deserved to be treated like crap in the first place, I'm definitely not gonna keep putting up with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I will admit. Getting over him is tough. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I have an exciting, busy weekend ahead. Friday I have school, a State Degree Meeting, I'm working a basketball game, THENNN heading over to Lexington for a rockin party at Sierra's. I'm gonna be Stacey's sober friend and laugh at all the retarded drunks. Then when I come back Saturday morning, I have to get ready, go to the FCCLA officer party then go on a double date with a guy I've never met! Haha! It should be interesting... At least it'll be a double date, so if he sucks I have Jessica to talk to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty pathetic lately. But I'm ready to move on and be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the help of my AMAZING friends... it'll happen quickly :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-1396045566943458023?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1396045566943458023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=1396045566943458023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/1396045566943458023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/1396045566943458023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-5997239807061253543</id><published>2008-12-10T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:57:50.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>talent show auditions.</title><content type='html'>Well... we wung it... winged it... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we made it. We were pretty much the only idiots that knew how to stay on key. I think I've gone tone deaf after that experience. Detention kids asked if they could shut the door so that they wouldn't have to hear the auditions and the teacher insisted it was apart of their punishment haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did it. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we actually have to find music and practice for the real deal in January. Lame. I'm not excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-5997239807061253543?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5997239807061253543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=5997239807061253543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5997239807061253543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5997239807061253543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/talent-show-auditions.html' title='talent show auditions.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-1644277409316440245</id><published>2008-12-04T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:44:33.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the chemicals react.</title><content type='html'>So I am an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our retard school is having a talent show. Chelsie of course signed up for it, then wasn't feeling it. Me, joking, was like we should sing Bohemian Rhapsody for the talent show! And she was like yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in English today we decided we actually are singing in the talent show. Chemicals React by Aly &amp;amp; Aj. A song I literally had never heard before in my life. And guess what... Auditions are tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home and spent an hour downloading the song so I could learn it. Yikes. Chelsie got lyrics and the chords - she's playing guitar. WELLLL I was all like hey, we should practice. Yeah, she's too busy. GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically. We don't have music. We haven't practiced. And we're basically gonna wing it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals so react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-1644277409316440245?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1644277409316440245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=1644277409316440245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/1644277409316440245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/1644277409316440245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/12/chemicals-react.html' title='the chemicals react.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2317563066556093372</id><published>2008-11-28T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:43:04.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight...</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it would've been much better if the timing wasn't so dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to stop mid-sentence because of tears rushing down my face isn't exactly how I pictured myself reading it. Realizing that the perfection displayed in those pages is what I had... and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to be so hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2317563066556093372?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2317563066556093372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2317563066556093372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2317563066556093372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2317563066556093372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight_28.html' title='twilight...'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-5190371104880221882</id><published>2008-11-24T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:17:29.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight.</title><content type='html'>Friday, just like every other girl in America, I went to see the new movie "Twilight." I wasn't as insanely excited as everyone else, seeing how I haven't read the books and didn't know anything about the story line. My friend, Chelsie, invited me to go with her and a group to shed light on the recent depressing events of my life. So I was like hey, why not, it's not like I'll have plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chelsie and Amber bought the tickets earlier that week and good thing, because they were sold out the very next freaking day. What?! Yeah, crazy. Well Friday Amber came to pick me up in her dad's van after getting Renee and Paul, and we were then off to grab Chelsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsie was showing off this mega hideous jacket her mom got her that is so tacky but I love it regardless. But that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meeting Carolyn at the theater at like 6:30 (our movie started at 7:10) and before we got to the theater we went to Dairy Queen and Walmart and finally showed up at...oh I'd say around..6:10. There was already a freaking line there. AND GUESS WHAT! It was all middle schoolers!! WHAT?! Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsie and I split an expensive small bag of stale popcorn and we wait and wait and wait until finally they let us all in. Okay, we have 6 freaking people, so we're like gah we gotta get seats together! Luckily we did and so it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd of middle schoolers were all sporting their Twilight t-shirts and were freaking taking pictures of the screen with their cell phones! What?!? Why would you do that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYways...when the movie finally got ready to start all those silly little retarded middle school chicks were obnoxiously squealing. It was so annoying. And the squealing didn't stop there! Oh no! Anytime something cute or romantic or anything happened they would like have panic attacks. It was lame. Haha, and the old guy behind us (who was obviously brought there against his will) was saying comments like "Yeah that pick-up line actually works!" and "Douche!!" It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the movie, but I still need to read the books haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we were gonna go bowling, but there were like 17 groups ahead of us so we were like umm not waiting that long. So we drove around for a while. Went back to Walmart. Boring crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber took Carolyn home and was in the process of taking Chelsie home when she's all like "Oh! Chelsie! Show me where C_ _ _ _ lives! So Chelsie agreed and told her once she got to his house, to keep going and turn around at the end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We to the guy's house and there was a car riding our butt. Chelsie told Amber to keep going and NO. She freaking pulled up in the driveway! So all us passengers were like "Ohh... my... gosh.." and ducked down haha. Well the car behind us pulled up in the driveway as well and ended up being the guy's dad! Chelsie is telling Amber to turn around and not stop and talk and stuff. Well that didn't happen. The girl rolls down the window and STARTS TALKING TO THE GUY'S DAD! WHAT!?!?! WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?!!? So we were all totallyyyy embarrassed. And it gets worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went something along the lines of this:&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Guy's Dad: Hey, I didn't know it was you! I was just making sure someone didn't need anything!&lt;br /&gt;Amber: No, we just wanted to see where C_ _ _ _ lived!&lt;br /&gt;Guy's Dad: Well he lives here alright!&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Is he home?&lt;br /&gt;Guy's Dad: No he's not actually, he's out with friends. (aka...getting schwasted)&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Oh, okay. Well tell him Amber T____ and some friends stopped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!!?!?! Whoaaa buddy. WE innocent bystanders did NOT want to see his house; therefore, do not mention that we stopped by! Only you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so embarrassing!! But so funny at the same time... oh geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber called him later on after she dropped me off and told him what had happened. Ugh. Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was the peak of my weekend. Pretty hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-5190371104880221882?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5190371104880221882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=5190371104880221882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5190371104880221882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5190371104880221882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='twilight.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-8766241697760306853</id><published>2008-11-15T12:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:07:34.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a goal that won't be met.</title><content type='html'>well... it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-8766241697760306853?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8766241697760306853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=8766241697760306853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/8766241697760306853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/8766241697760306853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/11/goal-that-wont-be-met.html' title='a goal that won&apos;t be met.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-5435422677578025030</id><published>2008-11-04T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:55:14.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update... again.</title><content type='html'>I am terrible about regularly posting. So here's a post... and there's another new one right before this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's my life as of now:&lt;br /&gt;I toured UofL's campus and totally freaking love it. I love the Speed school and I love the closeness of campus... gah! It makes me mega excited! I also got a picture of an albino squirrel so I should be getting a wicked sweet shirt in the mail shortly. I will be staying at Bettie Johnson Hall. It's basically an apartment. I have my own bedroom and bathroom, and I'll be sharing a living room and kitchen with my roommate. I love it and it has a pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shooting towards a masters in Chemical Engineering. I hope to minor in Spanish, but I'll have to wait and see. But, because I am doing engineering, I'll be stuck at UofL in the summer too. Bummer. I'm not planning on working at UPS anymore. I think I'll overdo myself that way. So hopefully scholarships will love me so I don't stay in debt until I'm 100 just because I want to get a masters degree and go to med school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend and I are still together. It'll be 10 months tomorrow. I'm excited about that. He just turned 18. And voted for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Senior pictures back and I love them. They are beautiful and it makes me mega happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have A's in all my classes (including AP Calculus!) so that really makes me happy and proud of myself. It's been kinda tough but it'll be worth it in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a dermatologist. I have eczema on my legs. It's not like anything terrible or tragic or remotely bad, it's just funny to me that I have eczema. It just sounds like a major serious thing that only old people get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired of hearing about the presidential candidates. So I'll be super stoked after today when they finally stop roaring back and forth and interviewing and everything. What's meant to happen, will happen. And people, stop dogging on George Bush! He's not the only one in D.C. In case you didn't noticed there's also Congress. Bush isn't solely the reason why our nation's in bad shape right now; Congress agreed to whatever the heck he proposed. It's a team effort so stop dogging on one piece of the pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-5435422677578025030?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5435422677578025030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=5435422677578025030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5435422677578025030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5435422677578025030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-again.html' title='update... again.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-6312231746859745851</id><published>2008-11-04T19:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:25:00.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list</title><content type='html'>It's barely November and stores are already filled with Christmas stuff. This speedy transition influenced me to compile a wish list myself. It's pretty much just stuff for college (especially since I have an apartment with a kitchen and my own bathroom in addition to a bedroom to myself), but it has an overall very very obvious theme. It is also not solely a "Christmas" list. But a Christmas...thanksgiving...hanukkah...birthday...graduation...you-love-me...list. Some of it is also thrown in because it's silly... but that doesn't mean I wouldn't just love to own it!&lt;br /&gt;(# of *'s=how much I want it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Desk Stuff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;a href="http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-desk-calendar/52894-200805,default,pd.html"&gt;http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-desk-calendar/52894-200805,default,pd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-scissors/86873-200701,default,pd.html"&gt;http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-scissors/86873-200701,default,pd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-shredder/05810-200801,default,pd.html"&gt;http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-shredder/05810-200801,default,pd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;a href="http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-organizer/00103-200801,default,pd.html"&gt;http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-organizer/00103-200801,default,pd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;a href="http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-wall-clock/86883-200808,default,pd.html"&gt;http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-wall-clock/86883-200808,default,pd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Pink Stapler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bedroom Stuff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Hello-Kitty-Slumber-Party-Pillow/dp/B0013I00KI/sr=1-3/qid=1225843798/ref=sr_1_3/178-3700565-2516256?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=1038616&amp;amp;rh=k%3Ahello%20kitty&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;http://www.target.com/Hello-Kitty-Slumber-Party-Pillow/dp/B0013I00KI/sr=1-3/qid=1225843798/ref=sr_1_3/178-3700565-2516256?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=1038616&amp;amp;rh=k%3Ahello%20kitty&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Hello-Kitty-Princess-Lamp-Shade/dp/B0002DSV42/sr=1-1/qid=1225844095/ref=sr_1_1/178-3700565-2516256?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=3151061&amp;amp;rh=k%3Ahello%20kitty&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;http://www.target.com/Hello-Kitty-Princess-Lamp-Shade/dp/B0002DSV42/sr=1-1/qid=1225844095/ref=sr_1_1/178-3700565-2516256?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=3151061&amp;amp;rh=k%3Ahello%20kitty&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Hello-Kitty-Sleeping-Clock-Night-Light/dp/B0013OMKRI/sr=1-3/qid=1225844399/ref=sr_1_3/178-3700565-2516256?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=1038598&amp;amp;rh=k%3Ahello%20kitty&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;http://www.target.com/Hello-Kitty-Sleeping-Clock-Night-Light/dp/B0013OMKRI/sr=1-3/qid=1225844399/ref=sr_1_3/178-3700565-2516256?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=1038598&amp;amp;rh=k%3Ahello%20kitty&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kitchen Stuff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-cooking-set/33376-200807,default,pd.html"&gt;http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-cooking-set/33376-200807,default,pd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-oven-mit/33491-200807,default,pd.html"&gt;http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-oven-mit/33491-200807,default,pd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-toaster/51505-200406,default,pd.html"&gt;http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-toaster/51505-200406,default,pd.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Pots, pans, baking dishes, skillets, spatulas, measuring cups...the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Extras&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Girls-Hello-Kitty-Earmuff-Gloves/dp/B001A4815G/sr=1-19/qid=1225843676/ref=sr_1_19/178-3700565-2516256?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;rh=k%3Ahello%20kitty&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;http://www.target.com/Girls-Hello-Kitty-Earmuff-Gloves/dp/B001A4815G/sr=1-19/qid=1225843676/ref=sr_1_19/178-3700565-2516256?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;rh=k%3Ahello%20kitty&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Pretty Much Any Gift Card&lt;br /&gt;**Pink Hangers&lt;br /&gt;**Cleaning stuff (swiffer... pledge... toilet cleaners... anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a big list and I'll be adding to it gradually. But yeah, furnishing and decorating my apartment next year and other college stuff is definitely on my brain now. I'm anticipating an entirely pink/Hello Kitty theme. It'll look tacky and clash but that's perfectly fine with me. I'm stuck there from August through July for 4+ years... anything to make me happier and more comfortable there for that length of time is totally worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-6312231746859745851?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6312231746859745851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=6312231746859745851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/6312231746859745851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/6312231746859745851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish-list.html' title='wish list'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2520123273839872355</id><published>2008-09-23T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:42:38.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another goal met</title><content type='html'>Guess what! I have amazing news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long, hard day at school, I finally got to come home. Well I was kind of like blahhh and walked into the kitchen to see what colleges want me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found something from U of L and was like oh sweet more information for me to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh. It wasn't just &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; information...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh buddy! It's September and I'm already accepted into my first college choice.&lt;br /&gt;I am super stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall of 2009 I am totally going to be rocking the streets of Louisville as a U of L student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2520123273839872355?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2520123273839872355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2520123273839872355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2520123273839872355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2520123273839872355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-goal-met.html' title='another goal met'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-5093559113560983797</id><published>2008-09-09T19:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:49:53.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not a snowball's chance in hell</title><content type='html'>Most people know that I totally love the band Metro Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST YEAR&lt;/strong&gt; in November I went to their concert ($13 ticket!) with Briquelle, and no one knew who they even were back then. Well I totally fell in love and was super stoked when I got a copy of their CD (which, by the way, was only $10, and in a paper cover, not the snazzy plastic kind). Briquelle actually talked to one of them afterward, which is cool on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like 3 months ago, Metro Station's fan base like sky rocketed. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, their CD was being sold at Hollister, which was alright I guess. Now, I'll just have to go digging through couches to get extra money for a ticket to their show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, their song "Shake it" started being played on the radio. Not too bad. I'll just have to sell my cat to get extra money for a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything went nuts. One of the band members is Miley Cyrus's brother... yeah, woohoo. She appeared on Oprah and told the world that Metro Station was her favorite band. So, every girl in America began liking them. While walking 100 miles to the concert, I'll just have to sell my car to get extra money for a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, CosmoGirl magazine told readers that Lauren Conrad listened to Metro Station at her photoshoot, and their next issue features an entire page dedicated to Metro Station. Eh, I'll just have to sell a kidney to get extra money for a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July it was my goal to go to their concert. The ticket was like $22ish. Not bad, but that was before everyone and their mother found out that Metro Station existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, how things change. And I'm still sitting at home writing a complaint-filled blog instead of finding my way to stardom. Which WILL happen someday...hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-5093559113560983797?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5093559113560983797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=5093559113560983797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5093559113560983797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5093559113560983797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-snowballs-chance-in-hell.html' title='not a snowball&apos;s chance in hell'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2020549163736313892</id><published>2008-09-09T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:33:26.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cross your fingers</title><content type='html'>Today my entire U of L application is officially sent in.&lt;br /&gt;(I applied online last week and didn't send the transcript in until today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited and anxious to see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;(And I have my super important application out of the way, in &lt;u&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/u&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:] yay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2020549163736313892?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2020549163736313892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2020549163736313892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2020549163736313892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2020549163736313892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/09/cross-your-fingers.html' title='cross your fingers'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-5475355291629577741</id><published>2008-08-05T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:25:08.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last first day</title><content type='html'>Today was my last first day of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreading it all summer. Not because I don't want to leave high school, because I'm super stoked about that, but because I just flat out hate high school. I'm ready for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was totally bummed and woke up 30 minutes before my alarm clock got the opportunity to ruin my day. So I wasn't happy. Couldn't go back to sleep so I sat up, enjoyed a tasty granola bar, and went on with my morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel called while I was straightening my hair. The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt; "What time are you going to school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaly&lt;/em&gt; "I don't know. Soon probably because I'm almost ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, I don't want to go by myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaly&lt;/em&gt; "Haha, me neither! How about whoever shows up first, waits for the other one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel &lt;/strong&gt;"Okay, sounds good. Wow, we're seniors and we STILL can't go to school on the first day by ourselves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaly&lt;/em&gt; "I know. We're so lame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and that's what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed up first at like freakin 7:45. Who the heck shows up half an hour before they need to when they drive to school?!!? So I was like cool I'll wait for Dani-boy. Daniel and myself snagged parking spots behind the FCCLA room because we're amazing, so I had to go beat down the door in hopes that someone could hear and would let me in. Well they didn't. I felt pretty lame. I stood outside for like 10 minutes waiting for someone to come open the dang door! Mrs. Farmer finally came and opened it. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and checked on the cupcakes. But you don't know why. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daniel showed up and we went into the gym together because we're pathetic. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I totally forgot about the CHAIRS that seniors get to sit in during assemblies, and on the first day of school. So we were immediately stoked. YEAH CHAIRS! We waited 12 years for that moment. It was great. Beats the hard wooden bleachers. Haha, not really, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule rocks and I had the best freaking first day, ever. I loved it and I'm freaking excited about this school year. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-5475355291629577741?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5475355291629577741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=5475355291629577741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5475355291629577741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5475355291629577741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-first-day.html' title='last first day'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-33729536416931697</id><published>2008-08-01T23:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:59:59.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>overachiever</title><content type='html'>Well I finished all of my AP stuff last week. Then I found out I have 5 FREAKING AP classes. So I have more AP summer stuff to do, unless I can drop AP Biology. Which hopefully I can. I also met our new Spanish teacher. She spoke only in Spanish. Therefore, her future students were very confused and ceased conversation immediately. Little does she know, we've learned next to NOTHING over the past 2 years. This should get interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, on Tuesday Stacey and I returned from our fun-filled trip to Sandusky, Ohio. &lt;a href="http://www.cedarpoint.com/"&gt;Cedar Point &lt;/a&gt;was amazing beyond all reason. And I have now seen one of five Great Lakes. Lake Erie to be exact. Stacey and I participated in numerous death-defying stunts that we would never have ever done ever before, so it was super exciting. We rode mega-insane rides and did that bungee cord thing-which was one of the funnest things I've ever done. We bought 2 of the pictures from the roller coasters, so hopefully we can get those scanned soon so I can put them on here. They're pretty freaking hilarious pictures. And I discovered I have a mad crazy love for seagulls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, check out these snazzy pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPcG2VF-KI/AAAAAAAAACE/tgu5Q72zOqc/s1600-h/100_5457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229765602528589986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPcG2VF-KI/AAAAAAAAACE/tgu5Q72zOqc/s200/100_5457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Stacey and I. Leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPhDFpCkTI/AAAAAAAAACM/CbD3-R2i6fI/s1600-h/100_5463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229771035477446962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPhDFpCkTI/AAAAAAAAACM/CbD3-R2i6fI/s200/100_5463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the beautiful Cincinnati. baha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPhDntDeKI/AAAAAAAAACU/XQ6srDwqyC4/s1600-h/100_5474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229771044621088930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPhDntDeKI/AAAAAAAAACU/XQ6srDwqyC4/s200/100_5474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our hotel. Just kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPhEBAuR9I/AAAAAAAAACc/mYltQ7XwFJQ/s1600-h/100_5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229771051414472658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPhEBAuR9I/AAAAAAAAACc/mYltQ7XwFJQ/s200/100_5482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cedar Point view from road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPhE-nwEpI/AAAAAAAAACs/4nP-YWWSsVk/s1600-h/100_5483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229771067952730770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPhE-nwEpI/AAAAAAAAACs/4nP-YWWSsVk/s200/100_5483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Snoop dawg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoXmzHgWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TGbznX64Cek/s1600-h/100_5498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229779084556861794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoXmzHgWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TGbznX64Cek/s200/100_5498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name. In sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoXJ_bx-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kWLQVUd7R7g/s1600-h/100_5501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229779076823893986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoXJ_bx-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kWLQVUd7R7g/s200/100_5501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and another Snoop dawg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoYbQMPMI/AAAAAAAAADE/3P5rjEbiO3c/s1600-h/100_5513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229779098637450434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoYbQMPMI/AAAAAAAAADE/3P5rjEbiO3c/s200/100_5513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stace. Me. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoYiKLnSI/AAAAAAAAADM/lZvd46AZ2gQ/s1600-h/100_5504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229779100491291938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoYiKLnSI/AAAAAAAAADM/lZvd46AZ2gQ/s200/100_5504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entrance to Cedar Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoZYd489I/AAAAAAAAADU/8MBpHAtNeYs/s1600-h/100_5545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229779115069469650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPoZYd489I/AAAAAAAAADU/8MBpHAtNeYs/s200/100_5545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lake Erie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPrntbNmSI/AAAAAAAAADc/lMOCEJcoKds/s1600-h/100_5517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229782659748436258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPrntbNmSI/AAAAAAAAADc/lMOCEJcoKds/s200/100_5517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEAGULL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJProRgKNPI/AAAAAAAAADk/ipDDA3BgNwA/s1600-h/100_5550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229782669432861938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJProRgKNPI/AAAAAAAAADk/ipDDA3BgNwA/s200/100_5550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last picture in Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-33729536416931697?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/33729536416931697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=33729536416931697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/33729536416931697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/33729536416931697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/08/overachiever.html' title='overachiever'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SJPcG2VF-KI/AAAAAAAAACE/tgu5Q72zOqc/s72-c/100_5457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-5660670541125951496</id><published>2008-07-10T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:35:46.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer goals update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Finish the AP assignments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can proudly say that I am almost finished. I do believe I will meet the July 23rd deadline. All I have to do for Hamlet is re-write stuff I wrote down. Huck Finn all I need to do is finish writing the plot summary that I have typed up onto notecards. The Awakening... well I haven't started on that one yet, but it's no biggie. There's only one assignment for it and it's not that terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Successfully go to Ohio with Stacey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost thought this one wasn't going to happen. Lee (Stacey's over 18 year old aunt that we're bringing along) wasn't going to be able to take off work, but luckily she found someone to take her spot. Ohio here we come!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Find a way to the Metro Station concert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that didn't happen. Tickets were sold out quickly because of these silly little 14 year olds that just now started liking them. Psh I knew Metro Station before they were on the radio. I knew them when tickets to their show was like $13. I knew them when you silly little girls didn't. How aggravating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-5660670541125951496?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5660670541125951496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=5660670541125951496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5660670541125951496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/5660670541125951496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-goals-update.html' title='summer goals update.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-6840021481661346612</id><published>2008-07-09T12:45:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:00:01.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>camp pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtgI70efI/AAAAAAAAABM/SpKbMZmil74/s1600-h/100_5408dos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221059004439230962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtgI70efI/AAAAAAAAABM/SpKbMZmil74/s320/100_5408dos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Elijah and I. Swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtgZEy0WI/AAAAAAAAABU/kN0BzvKJavw/s1600-h/100_5432dos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221059008771838306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtgZEy0WI/AAAAAAAAABU/kN0BzvKJavw/s320/100_5432dos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtgZEy0WI/AAAAAAAAABU/kN0BzvKJavw/s1600-h/100_5432dos.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cousin, Briquelle, and I. Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtg8707wI/AAAAAAAAABk/_Rg6_5LyuaU/s1600-h/100_5444dos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221059018397904642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtg8707wI/AAAAAAAAABk/_Rg6_5LyuaU/s320/100_5444dos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Drew. Carrying Elijah.&lt;br /&gt;And my left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtgs4E0KI/AAAAAAAAABc/SnV-hz66yvc/s1600-h/100_5435dos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221059014087200930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtgs4E0KI/AAAAAAAAABc/SnV-hz66yvc/s320/100_5435dos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Briquelle and I.&lt;br /&gt;With the famous Red Hot Monkey on a Motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTthLVpBLI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZqiPhoxuHgA/s1600-h/100_5445dos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221059022264272050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTthLVpBLI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZqiPhoxuHgA/s320/100_5445dos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me. Covered in mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTvyo3vxvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ATYr_WgOFdI/s1600-h/100_5449dos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221061521272981234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTvyo3vxvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ATYr_WgOFdI/s320/100_5449dos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jimmy and I. Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTvy1nad_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/A42sqHfdhHo/s1600-h/100_5450dos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221061524694136818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTvy1nad_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/A42sqHfdhHo/s320/100_5450dos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Elijah and I. Squinting and smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-6840021481661346612?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6840021481661346612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=6840021481661346612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/6840021481661346612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/6840021481661346612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp-pictures.html' title='camp pictures'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SHTtgI70efI/AAAAAAAAABM/SpKbMZmil74/s72-c/100_5408dos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2837699268066448836</id><published>2008-07-02T13:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:45:50.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life lessons</title><content type='html'>What I learned at &lt;a href="http://www.campcalvaryky.com/"&gt;Camp Calvary&lt;/a&gt; this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Thou shalt drink Pepsi, and the fruit of the bad tree is Coca-Cola." - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=853400532"&gt;Keifer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=710521638"&gt;Matt Sweasy&lt;/a&gt; has aids. (not really)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best mascot to have is the Red Hot Monkey on a Motorcycle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=logo#/profile.php?id=142700590&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/a&gt; and Drew are hereby named Jimbabwe and Drewsalem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's always Fun Jar time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elijah (aka "Jelly") likes to play with other peoples' toes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should always take your Light Saber to camp; you never know when you'll need it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There never fails to be a Star Wars conversation at camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm in a band with Reece from Endurance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should be an actress. :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Pepper is owned by Cadbury, or Canberry, or... something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High waters are back in style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mud's not really that fun to accidentally slip into. Just something to laugh about later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a beast at dodge ball. I have a bruise to prove it haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get the best signal at campfire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phil likes to go fly fishing. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=logo#/profile.php?id=502035639&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;Seth&lt;/a&gt; likes to throw water balloons at Phil while he's fly fishing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rainwater is really Reece's poop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys suck at serenading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want 80% of &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=61845032"&gt;Aaron Peck&lt;/a&gt;'s body. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drew has Obi Wan hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reece will never learn my last name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's always a great day for bananafish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can only love God as much as the person you love least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Quotes and such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"For the love of God, please bring me some extra cheddar Goldfish." -Drew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"SABOTAGE!" - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/reecebors"&gt;Reece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Bellyy floooopppp!!" - Reece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Give it to &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=22696047&amp;amp;MyToken=a3503a56-363f-459f-ada3-e65dbedd387f"&gt;Craig&lt;/a&gt;! Craig wants it!" - basically everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2837699268066448836?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2837699268066448836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2837699268066448836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2837699268066448836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2837699268066448836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-lessons.html' title='life lessons'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2356648591607791774</id><published>2008-06-17T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:07:19.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goals</title><content type='html'>My goals for the summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish the AP assignments. They're becoming a pain in the butt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Successfully go to Ohio with Stacey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a way to the Metro Station concert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;My goals for senior year:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get accepted into U of L.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apply to colleges EARLY! And apply for housing EARLY! No procrastinating!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maintain a 3.5 GPA or higher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be the best 1st Vice President WCHS FCCLA has ever seen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduate with a Commonwealth Diploma and some other cool honors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get lots of scholarships and grants!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a 28 on the ACT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One year anniversary with Jake. (01/05/09)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a job that I will actually enjoy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy my last year of high school regardless of what happens :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2356648591607791774?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2356648591607791774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2356648591607791774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2356648591607791774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2356648591607791774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/06/goals.html' title='goals'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-8812389863374896033</id><published>2008-06-09T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:59:16.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I'm not very good at posting on this thing frequently, so I thought I'd update everyone on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm now officially a senior. Yeahh buddy I'm excited. I'm so ready to graduate and go to college. I can't wait! I'm still planning on being a dermatologist, but unfortunately I discovered that UK doesn't have the dermatology program I need, so I think I'm gonna end up going to U of L. Eh slightly disappointing, but I'll make it through I guess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best friend graduated high school with lots of honors. I'm very proud of her but sad that she's leaving me. I'll miss my Stacey. :[&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday just came and went. June 3rd. It was nice I guess. I actually went and did something. So now I'm 17. Yay me! Thanks to everyone for sending me cards and presents!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm officially healed! No more doctor visits, no more meds, no more walker, no more restrictions! Woohoo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been on a Grease-watching, cleaning room phase lately. I'm becoming OCD about having a clean room. It's pretty intense, but it's productive and better than sitting on the couch all day. (ahem... Brandon.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've started stretching and doing crunches daily. Not too physical, but better than nothing I suppose. I'm hoping to get to be as flexible as I was back in my cheerleading days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still with my hot piece of man candy. Jake and I recently celebrated our 5 month anniversary haha! He's my favorite. No lie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm looking forward to camp this year. As usual. I'm pretty excited to see everyone and get back on track.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;:] There. That should hold everyone over for a while haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-8812389863374896033?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8812389863374896033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=8812389863374896033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/8812389863374896033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/8812389863374896033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-4539235193682921155</id><published>2008-05-21T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:58:12.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yearly "AB" honor roll tour?.... neh.</title><content type='html'>i was given a beautiful cheap certificate stating that i, kaly, had "AB" honor roll all year. go me. so i've decided to start my own bvd style tour, except with the yearly "AB" honor roll award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;a href="http://liferecaptured.wordpress.com/"&gt;jason&lt;/a&gt; has had quite a nice tour of his own.&lt;br /&gt;who knew golden underwear could mean so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-4539235193682921155?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4539235193682921155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=4539235193682921155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/4539235193682921155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/4539235193682921155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/05/yearly-ab-honor-roll-tour-neh.html' title='yearly &quot;AB&quot; honor roll tour?.... neh.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2980062234979012425</id><published>2008-05-13T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:00:02.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never had I expected that I would be dependent on a walker at 16 years old. Never had I expected to be rushed to the emergency room, with my mom crying in the front seat. Never had I expected this nightmare to become my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SCpOlJDCYoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VqroqH_amm4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200055119743443586" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SCpOlJDCYoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VqroqH_amm4/s320/2.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SCpOlZDCYqI/AAAAAAAAABE/ef9cQEQdeZU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SCpOk5DCYnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JSyAwBMdIMY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200055115448476274" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="173" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SCpOk5DCYnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JSyAwBMdIMY/s320/1.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SCpOlJDCYpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j-knBlo4Sro/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200055119743443602" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SCpOlJDCYpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j-knBlo4Sro/s320/3.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be invincible. Nothing bad would ever happen to me, and of course I was a pro when it came to handling a car. However, my ignorance led to one of the worst, but most life changing events I have ever experienced. I have learned to appreciate the small things in life, because I have learned to appreciate life. I don’t know why I survived that wreck, but I’m sure glad to be able to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who helped me and my family during this horrific event in my life. And just so you know, I still made it to prom. Twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2980062234979012425?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2980062234979012425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2980062234979012425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2980062234979012425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2980062234979012425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-had-i-expected-that-i-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/SCpOlJDCYoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VqroqH_amm4/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-412051928901380586</id><published>2008-03-13T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:15:27.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quiero jugar al tenís.</title><content type='html'>i haven't been that physically active in like... a decade.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just never have the will power to do anything active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today it felt great outside and me/daniel wanted to play tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it was terrible starting off since we hadn't played since last summer sometime, but it was nice getting out and being all physical and what-not. i felt good about finally attempting to get my body into good shape so i won't have health problems when i'm older. we played a good hour then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well our brilliant idea now has caused me to be incapable of moving and i am soooo very sore.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll be able to get up tomorrow and play some more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-412051928901380586?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/412051928901380586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-1325974972625480928</id><published>2008-02-19T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:00:10.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet aroma</title><content type='html'>attention all people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy candles from kaly before february 29th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-1325974972625480928?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1325974972625480928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2487743458578725876</id><published>2008-02-17T23:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:19:46.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetfulness.</title><content type='html'>hm. i suck at updating this thing.&lt;br /&gt;just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a license is fun. driver's ed is not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;phantom of the opera was the most amazing thing ever. the girl next to me was rather interesting though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boyfriend's still around. shocking, i know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was dead sure i was gonna run for a national fccla office, then changed my mind at the last minute. go figure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i haven't tutored since school started back. the poor girl tracked me down wondering where i've been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't like washing dishes. at all. not for mommy or raikesy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've developed a liking of mexican food. used to hate it, but now i crave it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stacey's mom has still got it going on. and we're gonna jazzercise together someday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm excited about my birthday. yay 17!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm too exciting for words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2487743458578725876?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2487743458578725876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2487743458578725876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2487743458578725876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2487743458578725876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2008/02/forgetfulness.html' title='forgetfulness.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-1373765555369610689</id><published>2008-01-09T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:13:16.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update on life</title><content type='html'>seeing how it's january now, my second semester of my junior year in high school has begun. i hate my classes and life's sadly dragging by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally have my license after a depressing, failed first time, and well driving to school and mcdonalds has been great, haha! i get to drive to school on tuesdays and thursdays when i tutor, and other random days if i get lucky. however, i don't get my snazzy car until like... my birthday. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡tengo un novio! happy announcement: i have a boyfriend. as of saturday. it's been like a year since the last one so it's pretty exciting, i must say! i like him a lot. but i have a very annoying brother-in-law that kind of ruins things sometimes. AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty excited about winter retreat next weekend and phantom of the opera the weekend after that. i've been crazy busy lately with teen night and fccla and meetings and everything, so hopefully soon i'll get a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annyyyyways. that's about it i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-1373765555369610689?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1373765555369610689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=1373765555369610689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/1373765555369610689'/><link 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"completely" stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy referred to himself as the grinch for failing so many people and im thinking, you ain't kiddin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i basically cried the whole day. it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the hoppes family christmas. usually one big heaping mass of fun, and this year was no different from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the youngins had a time opening their gifts and we teens were next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had some cards sitting in my chair so i opened those first. la dee dah normal cards and some bucks in there and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next i picked up the greatest present i think i have ever gotten in my whole freakin life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was from my cousin, briquelle. it was all shiny and spiffy, and really light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened it up with eli's help and opened up the box to find random peppermints and an envelope saying "i'm giving you an envelope for christmas. congrats. enjoy =)" and im thinking... what is she up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i opened the envelope to find a piece of paper folded like an envelope saying "annoyed yet? don't be =)". i opened that paper to find a small speck of wrapping paper. wow. i was stoked right? i had no clue what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened up the wrapping paper and i freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my amazing cousin got me a ticket to see the phantom of the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy freakin cow i was excited out of my mind and i still can't get over it. it's seriously like the greatest present ever ever ever. i didn't even care about all the other stuff after i opened that and i was sooooooooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i do believe i am the happiest person alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;january 26th is much too far away though i must say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-863635637320718318?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/863635637320718318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=863635637320718318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/863635637320718318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/863635637320718318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-6170138152185046262</id><published>2007-12-17T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:28:57.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one of many</title><content type='html'>lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am an unfortunate one of many at wchs that are sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid 100 degree temperature.&lt;br /&gt;stupid snot rag piles.&lt;br /&gt;stupid headache.&lt;br /&gt;stupid throat ache.&lt;br /&gt;stupid stomach that wants to puke but doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and brilliant timing too - i have finals all freakin week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanna be better by tomorrow so i can tutor my chica for finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;i really really do.&lt;div 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many'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2151324051942004284</id><published>2007-12-15T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:34:40.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'the drake'</title><content type='html'>in complete boredom i decided to google some of my friends. drake was the lucky numero uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across a drake university, pretty exciting i must say. i didn't know it existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next came the funniest thing i've heard all day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drake magazine: a grassroots journal for flyfishing enthusiasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh i could not stop laughing. so i HAD to go to this site and check it out, and the site's title up top says "flyfishing magazine for those who fish". hahaha how redundant! i seriously couldn't stop laughing about this crazy magazine for like 10 minutes. i went to mom and requested an issue, but im not so sure she was up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then decided to check out the snazzy stuff they were selling. they didn't even have flyfishing stuff! it was like shirts, hats, issues and feeding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i had a good laugh for the day. you probably would too if you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and before i go, this is really important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeding time is a 50-minute movie featuring some of the most creative and innovative flyfishing footage ever assembled. nothing like this has ever been attempted in the flyfishing industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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drake&apos;'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-8548595090033241411</id><published>2007-12-04T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:58:48.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the dsl.</title><content type='html'>i have decided that i will no longer be the last person in washington county without dsl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family has a long, on-going tradition of being the last to have all the fun new technologies most people get within a week...or year of their release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in my life, i can remember not having a brand spanking new sega genesis until they were in consignment shops. dvd player... heck ours are so new, we have a grand total of about 10 dvds that the family shares, and my brother has gobs stashed away in his room for no one to know exists. satellite, well long after i learned and memorized my classmates's daily satellite TV watching schedule, i was able to develop one on my own. even with that, there's only one satellite hook-up in the house. the rest of the TVs still suffer displaying the regular aired channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet was a big whopper in the household and it was nice having it. back then, most people had the phone-line tying up world wide web that was a tad on the slow side. well guess what. we still have it. springfield is &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to provide fast-internet for all of washington county, but who knows when that'll actually take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i'm still a dedicated user of the dsl. the &lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;ial-up's &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;till &lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;oading.&lt;div 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dsl.'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-2110985523078951466</id><published>2007-11-24T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:46:40.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>turkey day break</title><content type='html'>i always anticipate breaks from school, but everytime one comes around i remember how completely and utterly boring they always are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't imagine doing nothing for a living. all i would do is sit. stare. eat. sleep. and as exciting as that sounds... it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i did manage to finish a morbid, macabre, crazy book. 'moonlight becomes you' by mary higgins clark. not too bad i must say, but it's nothing compared to 'a cry in the night' which btw is an &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; book written by her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll now retreat back to reality and get off the net. back to sitting... staring... and effortlessly hoping for something exciting to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-2110985523078951466?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2110985523078951466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=2110985523078951466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2110985523078951466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/2110985523078951466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-day-break.html' title='turkey day break'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-1280913266782347010</id><published>2007-11-15T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:41:41.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rambles</title><content type='html'>well today was my first day of 'tutoring' if you could call it that. i basically made myself look like an idiot cuz i wasn't real sure what to say or do. she asked me some questions and i answered them, but hey i tried! hopefully things will get easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw for ye who are concerned: my thumb is still swollen and bruised from that madxcore game of foosball. but hey i won. so its all good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-1280913266782347010?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1280913266782347010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=1280913266782347010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/1280913266782347010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/1280913266782347010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2007/11/rambles.html' title='rambles'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-1507198609753741165</id><published>2007-11-14T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:00:03.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ ATL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136614356603569554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/R0jritmHBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GH-1QKsZm-4/s320/100_5217blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;so sunday we snazzy FCCLA folks returned from our happy lil trip to atlanta, georgia. woohoo! another state to add to my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend started off a lil groggy, long 8 hour charter bus trip down. snoozing some and watching whatever crazy video grayson county picked when awake. and some other times i read a few chapters of a good 'ol book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we finally arrive in atlanta at, ohhh i'd say, 1:30ish AM, and lemme tell ya, do NOT mess with teens who have been on an 8 hour charter bus ride at 1:30 AM. we checked in to our ever amazing days inn hotel directly across from a 'Frank TV' billboard and across from the American Cancer Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we shoved all 40 of us and 80+ suitcases up the 2 tiny elevators to the 5th floor. i don't know about the rest of them, but i got quite a kick out of this hotel... &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; since it was about 2 AM by this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it provided many of the usual things as all other hotels, except about 3x smaller. we even got a refrigerator! the door was hard to open, but hey once you got in you had a nice view of 'Frank TV', some random Atlanta buildings and the mess inside the neighboring building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/R0jrvtmHBaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WKoYDQ5Ecfc/s1600-h/100_5219blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136614579941868962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/R0jrvtmHBaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WKoYDQ5Ecfc/s320/100_5219blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we unpacked and retreated to our beds for about 5 minutes of nothing. stacey was the first happy camper to take a shower, and when she turned it on, there was about a small cup full of water dripping out every few minutes. psh that thing was not going to be able to wash the shampoo out of my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacey completed her shower shockingly enough within an hour, and it was my turn to stand in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in the bathroom and first noticed the tacky 70's wallpaper that lined the bathroom, reminding me of our old couches. funny stuff. i had a cup ready to aid in my shower, and i turned the shower on, and water came pouring out! i laughed real hard then showed stacey how incapable she is of functioning a shower. hahah good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep came quick and we unhappily woke up to start the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we were going to ride a subway to the mall for an entire day of emptying our wallets. i was excited. we walked to the subway (of course, you don't go on a trip with raikes without walking about 10 miles)-we were asked for money a few times here and there along the way-then &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/R0jr-dmHBbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OtJ_yU9IIqM/s1600-h/100_5220blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136614833344939442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/R0jr-dmHBbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OtJ_yU9IIqM/s320/100_5220blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;entered and lined up to get our tickets. all i had was a $20 for my $4 ticket, and it gave me change in sacajaweans. i was a little upset about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the subway was pretty fun, and it's even better when you're apart of the obnoxious group of 40ish teens riding one before they should even be awake. we got funny looks but hey fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mall was fun i guess. 3 levels of over priced goods are always fun to look at. some people saw celebrities at foot locker, but i, on the other hand, wouldn't want to be stalked when trying to just by me a pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing but meetings followed that, and more miles of walking around and silly we're-too-tired-to-be-in-public moments and we were able to head home. i was so ready to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atlanta was pretty, and very high end i guess, but sometimes it's nice to just chill out at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136615318676243906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/R0jsatmHBcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DvI1QCMOTec/s320/100_5223blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is a very bad picture of me and the african&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(also known in some societies as &lt;em&gt;stacey&lt;/em&gt;) on the subway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-1507198609753741165?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1507198609753741165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=1507198609753741165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/1507198609753741165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/1507198609753741165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-heart-atl.html' title='i ♥ ATL'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JHAPN4ggsc/R0jritmHBZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GH-1QKsZm-4/s72-c/100_5217blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470763638176938208.post-3632630999681129964</id><published>2007-11-14T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:14:40.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿hablas español?</title><content type='html'>as most of you know i have been taking spanish courses for 2 and a half years now (i'm in spanish 3) and i usually pick out words and phrases, and occasionally sentences in conversations and paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;well now i am a tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right. a 7:30-8 am on tuesdays and thursday tutor of spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay... i haven't exactly &lt;em&gt;started&lt;/em&gt; yet but i must say i am a little jittery about the whole thing. i borrowed a spanish 1 teacher's edition book from señora rouse-a-roni and looking back at it, i couldn't believe how much i have actually learned over these few years. after all this time thinking i hadn't learned a thing and that i was basically a failure at spanish, i know now that i pretty much know that spanish 1 book like i know the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6470763638176938208-3632630999681129964?l=hellokaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3632630999681129964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6470763638176938208&amp;postID=3632630999681129964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/3632630999681129964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6470763638176938208/posts/default/3632630999681129964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellokaly.blogspot.com/2007/11/hablas-espaol.html' title='¿hablas español?'/><author><name>kaly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640463088282196125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/85bzo7s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
