<?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-296987345715219891</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:51:53.617-06:00</updated><category term='chloe'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='Emma'/><category term='Another pointless post.'/><category term='kind of a stupid post'/><title type='text'>Peace. Love. Hope. Trust. Believe.</title><subtitle type='html'>Maybe without death, change and growth would be impossible.... and life wouldn't serve us as much pleasure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3439823175865786713</id><published>2010-08-26T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:22:44.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Quote Ever.</title><content type='html'>"Do you ever just get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? you don’t want to smile, and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time, you don't know exactly what is wrong either. there isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. if you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. people have stopped being comforting.. and being alone never was. at least when you're alone no one constantly asks you what is wrong and there isn't anyone who wont take 'I don't know' for an answer. you feel the way you do just BECAUSE. you hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3439823175865786713?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3439823175865786713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3439823175865786713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3439823175865786713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3439823175865786713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-quote-ever.html' title='Best Quote Ever.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-8350549148574811897</id><published>2010-08-22T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:25:37.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter mood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcqRHabUpGY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcqRHabUpGY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my new favorite songs, and the first song by Miley Cyrus that I've actually liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found music helps any mood, stops attitudes, etc... School starts in a week. Cannot wait &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-8350549148574811897?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8350549148574811897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=8350549148574811897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8350549148574811897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8350549148574811897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/08/bitter-mood.html' title='Bitter mood?'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7390533675736362674</id><published>2010-08-12T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:14:57.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling more 'cool'</title><content type='html'>So, I am so incredibly excited for this year to start, just for the fact, that I am no longer a little freshman. I'm a sophmore ;D And it makes you feel more cool, hence the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't be the scared, nervous, lost, puppy dog eyed, quiet, good freshie's anymore. We'll feel more ... powerful? Sure, it's still an lower classmen, BUT, we know our way, we know the limits, we know the teachers. And the best part is, going in the first day, you don't have to be so worried. I've met so many new people this year, that I am sure in every single class I have, I will know at least one person. That was probably the worst part of freshman year. You only knew people from your middle school, and you were shy. So in some classes, you were the loner. It happened to everyone, even people who you think know 'everybody', they still have their lonely moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this year is going to be a good year. Now that the first year of high school is over, we all turned into something we swore we never would, but still, it's not that dramatic. Some kids yeah, its worse. Such as, mm... 95% of the guys get cocky, over confident, rude, creepy O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone manages. You begin finding true friends, you learn who you want to be friends with and who you know you need to stay away from. The worse part is over. We've gone through all that. And now it's just keeping up the ride the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7390533675736362674?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7390533675736362674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7390533675736362674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7390533675736362674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7390533675736362674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/08/feeling-more-cool.html' title='Feeling more &apos;cool&apos;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3965125042780787234</id><published>2010-07-06T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:46:20.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald Woods.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/TDN5zdQ9b7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/FMNNfkYXrYA/s1600/securedownload.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/TDN5zdQ9b7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/FMNNfkYXrYA/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490866295630819250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2006 I'm thinkin'. Memories are what keep us together &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3965125042780787234?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3965125042780787234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3965125042780787234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3965125042780787234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3965125042780787234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/07/mcdonald-woods.html' title='McDonald Woods.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/TDN5zdQ9b7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/FMNNfkYXrYA/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3700771570808767824</id><published>2010-06-21T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:22:29.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up North</title><content type='html'>This past week I was in Minnesota with some of Katie's old friends, and their families. Delia, Ali, Drea, Sam, Dayna, Sam, Alex, baby Ayla, Cathy, and my family. We spent the time getting really close with them, as some people mentioned, it almost feels like family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Mississippi River for the first time, well that I remember ;) We visited St. Cloud State University, saw where Katie went. It almost felt like she was with us, by our sides. It was a comforting trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw different sides of everyone that I hadn't seen before. I had a nice almost "venting" time with Delia. We had quite the adventure too. We went on this long walk through the woods where Katie apparently "dragged" her to after having Ali. We found a path leading off the main path, and of course, followed it. It led us through some shoulder high grass, pricklies, and mud. But soon enough we found the river! We had to slide down a steep hill to get to it, but it was worth it. It felt like something Katie would have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw some beautiful gardens, the Munsinger Gardens. There was so many colors and different types. I even saw one called the Santa Claus flower. :) It was red with white around the edges of the leaves. Meanwhile all the little kids getting soaked in the water fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, on the car ride there, we stopped at places we had stopped on our way to see Katie when she was in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a well needed trip, with lots of fun included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3700771570808767824?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3700771570808767824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3700771570808767824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3700771570808767824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3700771570808767824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-north.html' title='Up North'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3558417240042761828</id><published>2010-06-13T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:14:03.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minds.</title><content type='html'>How do our minds know stuff, when even we don't? How do they change our mood, when we don't even realize why, until we really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is by far, the hardest month of the year. But I didn't even realize it was June, until I took a step back, checked out my mood, and thought about it... I've been quieter, slower, sadder, and I didn't know why. I was even getting mad at myself for it. How did my brain figure all this out without me having any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also explains these weird dreams. I've been having dreams, that I don't remember, but I wake up in tears, or a wet pillow. I only remember one dream, out of all of them. And of course, it had to do with Katie, and her death. I want to know how my brain can come up with all this stuff, without me thinking of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3558417240042761828?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3558417240042761828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3558417240042761828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3558417240042761828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3558417240042761828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/06/minds.html' title='Minds.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-1082509429570593008</id><published>2010-05-30T21:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:11:52.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Even though I can't touch your face, I feel you with me every day, I wish you could see all my dreams coming true, When I get lost I close my eyes, And I feel you shining down so bright, I feel you shining down on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-1082509429570593008?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/1082509429570593008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=1082509429570593008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1082509429570593008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1082509429570593008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/05/even-though-i-cant-touch-your-face-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-6818941780466829525</id><published>2010-05-01T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:52:49.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Decided</title><content type='html'>I've figured out alot lately. Such as:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really really really really dislike The Hobbit. It is by far one of the worst pieces of literature ever written, and I don't understand why the heck it is in the FRESHMAN curriculum. Don't we have it rough enough as it is? I read one paragraph and have to reread it 10 times because I can't comprehend what I just read. Mind you, one single chapter is atleast 35 pages, and there are 20 chapters. AND next we have The Odyssey?! Hahahaha who do they think they are making us do this. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dislike cheerleading. Especially cheerleading coaches. They play favorites, they are JUST like stereotypical highschool cheerleaders (the kind I can't stand). I'm reallyyyy considering quiting, I will not last another year being treated with no respect like I don't matter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm done being a weenie freshman. Everyones just out to step all over you and eat your soul. But I'm trying my hardest not to let it get to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scary looking deans, actually are very nice and caring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wasn't made for drama. I can finally admit, I am way more mature than a big chunk of my highschool, which suckssss a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot stand pregnant english teachers. They piss me off. I want to bite them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-6818941780466829525?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/6818941780466829525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=6818941780466829525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6818941780466829525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6818941780466829525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-ive-decided.html' title='What I&apos;ve Decided'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7389202986065899237</id><published>2010-04-23T16:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:21:27.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Just 7 weeks til freshman year is over, and summer is here. Those 7 weeks couldn't go by fast enough :p I'm ready for a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7389202986065899237?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7389202986065899237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7389202986065899237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7389202986065899237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7389202986065899237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/04/7-weeks.html' title='7 Weeks'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-8605689361596111853</id><published>2010-04-10T12:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:04:04.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music</title><content type='html'>You guys should check out Chase Coy. He's a newer artist. I really like his music :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-8605689361596111853?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8605689361596111853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=8605689361596111853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8605689361596111853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8605689361596111853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-music.html' title='New Music'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2895035790304533815</id><published>2010-04-06T08:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:42:42.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances, you just have to live life to the fullest. laugh as much as you can, spend all your money, tell someone what they mean to you, tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, pig out, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, smile until your face hurts, don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love... &amp;amp; most of all live in the moment cause when you look back someday knowing you have no regrets its going to be what makes you smile. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2895035790304533815?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2895035790304533815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2895035790304533815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2895035790304533815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2895035790304533815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-comes-with-no-guarantees-no-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-5123537406779501294</id><published>2010-03-01T20:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:11:25.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick catch up?</title><content type='html'>I figured its time to post again... but I just can't think of what to write about.&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Cheer's over! That's always good news right?? What else. I learned that marshmallow fluff doesn't freeze, and just engulfs everything you try to put on it. I started drivers ed today. Woo hoo?  Ummmmm. I really don't know what else. We had choral fest last weekend. It was alright. But I miss Mahone's choir. And the guest conductor last year was wayyy better, I didn't like this guy at all. He kind of scared me too. Oh I also had to sing alone infront of my whole choir. THAT was fun... nooottttt. Haha. That's about all going on recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-5123537406779501294?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/5123537406779501294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=5123537406779501294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5123537406779501294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5123537406779501294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-catch-up.html' title='Quick catch up?'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-1113883125269472104</id><published>2010-02-16T06:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T06:14:00.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andd I'm off...</title><content type='html'>To another day at the newest form of Nazi Camps. Ughh school's beginning to become a dragg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-1113883125269472104?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/1113883125269472104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=1113883125269472104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1113883125269472104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1113883125269472104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/02/andd-im-off.html' title='Andd I&apos;m off...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-5777888097335636728</id><published>2010-02-08T21:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:45:54.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronnie Bachman</title><content type='html'>So last friday at school, we had a guest speaker, Ronnie Bachman. He's a motivational speaker. At age four, his legs were completely amputated. He has no part of the limbs at all. So now he gets around in a scooter. And he is SO happy with life. It is amazing how just completely happy this guy is. He talked to all the freshman about being happy, and treating eachother completely fair. He &lt;b&gt;was &lt;/b&gt;motivational. I've never heard over 500 freshman be so quiet and attentive. He taught us all 3 amazing words. I love you. and he said them to all of us. You really don't realize how much those words can affect you. He told us a cool story. When he was ten, he had a toy big wheel he got around on. and he went to a store down the street on it. when he came out, it was gone. And there were two 15 year olds standing there, they picked him up, and dragged him to an alley. Mind you, they didn't know him, he didn't know them, he hadn't done anything to them, they just saw him from the restaurant across the street and thought this would be fun. They beat him up, badly. Bleeding mouth, nose, eyes, face. Then, one sat on him, and the other poured pepper into his eyess. At this point, I was crying, of course. He said this was the worst day of his life. Later in life, he became best friends with Steven Tyler, from Aerosmith, and was a broadcaster for Detroit. One day, he was at a concert, and a random guy comes up to him, and introduces himself as the kid who poured pepper into his eyes as a kid. He also told Ronnie, that he now is married and has 2 kids, and both of his kids are disabled. Mhm, karma. Hm. What else did he say. Oh, one day, minding his own business, some guy comes up to him and says "Wow if i looked like you, i'd kill myself" WHO WOULD SAY THAT, especially to his face? But with Ronnie's happy view on life, he replied with "Ha I was thinkin' the same damn thing about you!" I respect this guy with all my heart. He has a kid too. He said when people ask him why his wife divorced him they ask "She couldn't handle it?" and he always says "Shooot I couldn't handle her!" and he got full custody of his daughter who is now 30. Then at the end of his speech, we could go up and meet him in person, which I of course did. He hugged me, and called me a beautiful sweetheart :) It was pretty nifty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-5777888097335636728?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/5777888097335636728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=5777888097335636728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5777888097335636728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5777888097335636728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/02/ronnie-bachman.html' title='Ronnie Bachman'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2784874684987078244</id><published>2010-02-04T21:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:58:13.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brryan Jackson</title><content type='html'>So tonight, at our schools talent show, we had a guest speaker there to raise awareness of HIV/AIDS. All the money we raised tonight went to this awareness by the way. So anyways, his name is Brryan Jackson. Maybe some of you have heard of him? His life story reallyy touched me, so I thought I'd share it.&lt;div&gt;When he was 11 months old, he was in the hospital for an asthma attack. And his father decided he didn't want to pay the child support. So after 48 hours of his mother being in the room with him, the father said "Go get something to eat and drink. I'll watch the baby" The mom left. And the dad intentionally injected his OWN baby child with HIV positive blood. Hoping this baby of his would die, and there would be no more child support to pay. HOW SICK IS THAT. By this point, I was drowning in tears. Anyways. He went on. The doctors did test after test after test on him. He was given 5 months to live. And they sent him home, and said "Have a good life" Well, he survived after these 5 months! He wasn't allowed into elementary school, because of his disease. After a while, they let him in. But, he couldn't associate with any other kids, he had to bring his own water, and could only come for a half day. All the kids picked on and teased him. By 7th grade, it got to the point where they were beating him up. He was kicked off the basketball and football team. So he became a male cheerleader. (Woot woot) He fell in love with a girl. And after she found out he was HIV positive, she never talked to him again. He wrote amazing love songs for her. And sang them to us. And said "I may never see her again, but wherever she is... I still love her." Aww. He graduated high school last year. And now he is out and determined to do something amazing with his life. He's been all around the world spreading awareness about HIV. He's been on tv shows, he's received awards, like the Halo award from Alicia Keys. So after the talent show, I walk out of the auditorium just crying, and he's standing there! He gave me a hug, and I got my picture with him :) I also bought a bracelet and red ribbon and donated $5. And I won a t-shirt. It was an amazing night. And this guy just blew me away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was my night. Even retelling the story to my mom, I teared up again. I got like 6 videos of him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2784874684987078244?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2784874684987078244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2784874684987078244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2784874684987078244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2784874684987078244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/02/brryan-jackson.html' title='Brryan Jackson'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7425607089635680032</id><published>2010-01-30T23:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:14:20.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="event_profile_title" style="background-image: url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z7KX9/hash/dqzv8mc1.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(128, 128, 128); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 22px; background-position: 0% 1px; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Tell Her She's Beautiful&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="event_profile_information" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;table id="Event Info" class="profileTable info_table" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 100px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;Type:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/search/?o=4&amp;amp;sfxp=1&amp;amp;c1=2" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Causes&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/search/?o=4&amp;amp;sfxp=1&amp;amp;c1=2&amp;amp;c2=26" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Rally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 100px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;Network:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Global&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="Time and Place" class="profileTable info_table" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 100px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;Start Time:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Thursday, February 11, 2010 at 12:00am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 100px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;End Time:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Sunday, February 14, 2010 at 11:55pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 100px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;ENTIRE WORLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIProfileBox_Container"&gt;&lt;div class="UIProfileBox_Box" style="padding-bottom: 15px; position: relative; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIProfileBox_Header clearfix" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 8px; display: block; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(236, 239, 245); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(148, 163, 196); position: relative; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIProfileBox_Title" style="font-size: 11px; float: left; "&gt;Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="UIProfileBox_Content" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;It has come to my attention that as I grow older, girls get more and more self conscious of themselves. This hurts me, because every girl is beautiful in their own way. They all want to live up to standards that the media has set for them, like being paper thin or double Z breasts. It really breaks my heart to see all of the girls to wallow around and hate who they are and think they aren’t worth something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m making this event so everyone can tell anyone that they think is beautiful, that they are beautiful. Just tell them. They don’t hear it enough, and they want to hear it. Tell anyone; tell your friend, your mother, your sister, your cousin, your dog for all I care. Let’s show girls that we don’t care about the standards that they set for themselves and that we like them the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s show every girl that they really are beautiful. So tell them, it’ll make their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, you ARE beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7425607089635680032?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7425607089635680032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7425607089635680032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7425607089635680032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7425607089635680032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-cool.html' title='Something cool.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3751512465004594638</id><published>2010-01-20T16:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:57:32.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Realized</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*Oh one more thing I've learned. I can be happy, and I certainly am happy. But I've realized, I'm still hurting. One little word, saying her name, one stupid song, or quote, or memory. And within seconds, I'm in tears again.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, high school has put me through so much. I have gone through &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much this year, it's unbelievable. I've made some amazing new friends, I've learned more about myself, I've been cheated on, I've learned what I can and cannot do... and learned to accept it, I've been through ups and downs, but mainly, I've greatly improved my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things I've learned about me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no tolerance, for B.S. None, at all. And if I'm around it, I immediately tense up and keep to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned that a lot of what high school kids say, are lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned soo much about guys. Guys, as friends, and guys, as more than friends. I've learned it's wayyyy easier to be friends with guys. Just because they are so laid back. And then, I've learned what I like in a guy, and what I need in a guy. I've learned how to deal with crappy ones, who don't care. I've learned how to deal with sluts (pardon my language) who think it's perfectly fine to go around taking boyfriends. I've learned how to like, and move on, not because you want to, but because you know you'll get hurt if you don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned how to be more social, talk more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to realize, I really dislike cheerleaders... even though I am one. But, I'm in, to try to change peoples thoughts on cheerleaders. People see me, and say "Whoa, you're a cheerleader? You don't act like one at all". That's when I feel accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. what else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned how to say Taylor Lautner is gorgeous in French - Taylor Lautner est beau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned trig, sine, cosine, tangent, I've learned even moree about volume and surface area. I've learned about polygons, polyhedrons, angles, shapes. I've learned more about shapes than I thought was possible. More than I learned in 1st grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned how to make a business card, flyer, comic book, and mug. I've learned more about printing and graphic industries than I've ever wanted to even know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that WWI was a complete waste of time, money, and loss of lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned how to sing extremely high notes. Higher than I thought possible for the human voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned how to accept on some days, that I am pretty. I've learned, this really helps you out during your day as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned to think "Today is a good day" and it will be a good day! I've learned if you go to school with a frown, or in tears, bad things just continue happening to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned I'm very self-aware of myself. I've also learned, this is a good quality. So says my counselor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned I have lots of great friends who truly care about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned who I want around when all I want to do is smile. And I've learned who really can make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that I absolutely adore the butterfly feeling in my stomach, and I love smiling uber big at that one special boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say high school changes people... Do I agree? Absolutely. However, I believe, for me at least, it changed me for the better. Yes, I've seen old friends change, go down a road they weren't on 2 years ago. I've seen the used-to-be straight A students, suddenly fail, and go into drugs and alcohol. But... I'm thinkin high schools not gonna be as bad as they say. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;OH! and I've also learned that for some people, it's pretty damn easy to get over death. And that doesn't make me happy.&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/296987345715219891-3751512465004594638?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3751512465004594638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3751512465004594638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3751512465004594638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3751512465004594638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-ive-realized.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Realized'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7066266556184004818</id><published>2010-01-10T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:51:23.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the greatest songs ever written</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8iTeDl_Wug&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8iTeDl_Wug&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7066266556184004818?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7066266556184004818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7066266556184004818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7066266556184004818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7066266556184004818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-greatest-songs-ever-written.html' title='One of the greatest songs ever written'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2174067332087610922</id><published>2010-01-10T12:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:42:38.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is from a while ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;It opens your chest, it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside of you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, then one stupid person no different from any other wanders into your life. They did something stupid one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2174067332087610922?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2174067332087610922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2174067332087610922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2174067332087610922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2174067332087610922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-from-while-ago.html' title='This is from a while ago.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-9054757659527567565</id><published>2009-12-30T13:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:16:59.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Do not stand on my grave and weep, &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I am not there, I do not sleep. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I am thousand winds that blow. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I am the diamond glints in the snow.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt; I am the sunlight on ripened grain. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I am the gentle autumn rain. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;When you awaken in the morning's hush &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I am the soft stars that shine at night. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 id="mediaDescript" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I am not there, I did not die.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-9054757659527567565?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/9054757659527567565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=9054757659527567565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/9054757659527567565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/9054757659527567565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-not-stand-on-my-grave-and-weep-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-995507743859869942</id><published>2009-12-25T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:41:06.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Christmas</title><content type='html'>without you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-995507743859869942?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/995507743859869942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=995507743859869942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/995507743859869942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/995507743859869942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-christmas.html' title='Another Christmas'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4091000791170563644</id><published>2009-12-17T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:29:36.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh.</title><content type='html'>The long awaited Christmas Break is almostttt here. And it came JUST on time. One day later, and I might lose my mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High School....... is so stressful. Yeah everyone says it, but when you first get there, you feel fine. Then after a while, it starts getting to you. And once you finally sit down to think, (which theres hardly time for)... you realize how insaneee it is. The teachers must think we have no life. We got pounds of homework everynight. Luckily my last class is completely pointless, so I do most of my homework in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see, Choir, our teacher is lazy. Most days, we don't even sing. And on the days that we do, it's only for 30 minutes, then he goes into his office. And I remind you, our classes are 2 hours long. So thats 1/4 of our time, that we actually work. What else? French, is just french. I'm ready for it to be over. Geometry, ohhhh this is the stress. She gives us atleast 50 problems a night. And our problems aren't simple. They are 5-8 lines each. Crazyyy! And my last class, graphic communications. This class is THE dumbest class anyone could invent. The way they made it sound... it sounded like it would be fun. But nope. We learned about different types of printing, we made a memo pad, a comic book, and business cards?? Uhmmmm, no not my thing. Theres 3 girls in that class, hah. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, besides that. My lifes been crazy. I have alott going on. I'm ready for a break :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4091000791170563644?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4091000791170563644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4091000791170563644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4091000791170563644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4091000791170563644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahh.html' title='Ahh.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2895803302604748681</id><published>2009-10-31T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:53:57.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like, when your sick, like your NEVER going to get better??? That's how I'm feeling right now. And it's halloween, AND I have to cheer! What is that about?!? Gosh. Let me say, I am done with cheerleading. The coach is making us buy devil horns and a cape for cheering today?? WHAT? how are we supposed to cheer in a cape, in the wind? Man oh man am I glad this could be our last game. Whew. &lt;div&gt;Anways. School, it's alright. Finals are this week. I am nervousssss. :P  That geometry one is gonna be tough :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2895803302604748681?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2895803302604748681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2895803302604748681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2895803302604748681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2895803302604748681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-ever-feel-like-when-your-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-89595938985323812</id><published>2009-10-11T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:59:15.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/StIO3B1HyaI/AAAAAAAAASU/sTRY_Qmfp1k/s1600-h/7220_1134565526230_1290085652_30328256_2465749_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/StIO3B1HyaI/AAAAAAAAASU/sTRY_Qmfp1k/s320/7220_1134565526230_1290085652_30328256_2465749_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391388042462742946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/StIO2utNSKI/AAAAAAAAASM/8bL-rYm1iiA/s1600-h/7220_1134565686234_1290085652_30328260_3325207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/StIO2utNSKI/AAAAAAAAASM/8bL-rYm1iiA/s320/7220_1134565686234_1290085652_30328260_3325207_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391388037329275042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/StIO2WqLuRI/AAAAAAAAASE/xm-520tLKhw/s1600-h/7220_1134564526205_1290085652_30328245_4543706_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/StIO2WqLuRI/AAAAAAAAASE/xm-520tLKhw/s320/7220_1134564526205_1290085652_30328245_4543706_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391388030874138898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming dance last night was absolutely amazingggg! :)  It was alot of fun, way more than I expected. I met some new people, made some new friends, danced, hung out with my boyfrienddd(: It couldn't get much better. They played all the new music, and some slow songs, it was fun. I learned how to slow dance! Haha. Well, I guess I kinda knew what to do, I just never did it before, so it was sweet. Mike got me a necklace :) I love it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see, so the dance was fun. Then I went to an after party with Mike and Ian. That was fun I guess. Everyone was tired at midnight, so you know, there wasn't much to do... ;) Hm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got lots of compliments :) Everyone thought I looked "cute". Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-89595938985323812?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/89595938985323812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=89595938985323812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/89595938985323812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/89595938985323812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance.html' title='Dance.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/StIO3B1HyaI/AAAAAAAAASU/sTRY_Qmfp1k/s72-c/7220_1134565526230_1290085652_30328256_2465749_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3433575673441093353</id><published>2009-10-10T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:08:44.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Well, highschools been going prettttyyyyy goood :) So far..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was our big homecoming game! I cheered at it :D It was ALOTT of fun. And of course, our beastly football team won 56-2 or something around that, against Case. I have alot more fun cheering now that the coach is starting to warm up, get a little nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TONIGHT is the homecoming dance!! I am so nervous, but exciteddd :D Its like a feeling right before you go perform infront of an audience, kind of nervous butterflies, but thrillling, an anxiety RUSH. I'm wondering how I'm going to walk around in high heels on a sprained ankle O_o Haha, I'll figure it out. Well, I'll write about it tomorrow! Wish me luck (that I actually know how to dance!!) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3433575673441093353?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3433575673441093353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3433575673441093353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3433575673441093353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3433575673441093353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-350413253093793060</id><published>2009-09-12T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:01:07.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshmannnnn.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. 2 weeks are overr. I'm still getting lost, still confused on everything, but heyy, it's all good. Hah. Let's see. You would not believeeeeeee how big my high school is. And on A days, I have to walk all the way from the very end of one side to the OTHER veryyy end, and it's difficult with how slow kids walk these days. GOSH. But choir is amazzinggglyyy fun. I'M A FIRST SOPRANO! Do you know what that means?! I sing the HIGHEST of the whole choir, I go all the way up to like, the end keyss. And last year, I was an alto, which is the lowest. During my singing test placement thing, he just kept saying "Perfect! Fantastic! Keep Going!" going up the scales, haha, I was like sweet. Hah, when I went into the lil room where we did the test, you walk in and he asked your name and where you went to schoool last year. So I said, of course, Kayla, and then Mahone. And he goes "So YOU know how to sing! You had Mrs. Smith" Im just like "oh yes ;)" :D haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm. I had my first test in geometry yesterday. That stuff is like, easy yet hard. It's confusing, and ALOT of workk. Um, lunch has been pretty fun. However we only take up like a quarter of a table haha. We usually sit Eli, Josh, Me, Ashley, Maddie, Heather. Haha. Thats it. We are like the only freshmann there, intimidattinnggg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gym kinda sucks, but whatever, atleast it's only a quarter :) We've been playing softball. I actually got a double yesterdayy!!! That's amazingg considering my hand-eye coordination, which equals abouttt 0. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think advisory is my favorite class. I have Grace and Nick, which is fun, and I met this new kid, Dominic, he's cool too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I realllyyyy like my history teacher, Mr. Jones. He's hilariouss, like Mr. Moran last year, haha. And he knows how to interact with the students so class isn't boringg. It's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I like all my teachers, so it's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-350413253093793060?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/350413253093793060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=350413253093793060&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/350413253093793060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/350413253093793060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/09/freshmannnnn.html' title='Freshmannnnn.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-5545883455815341568</id><published>2009-09-07T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:18:08.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Week Down.</title><content type='html'>I officially feel like a high schooler. My first week is done. Only, ohhh, who knows how many. The first 2 days were good. Thursday wass alright until about 2:30. We ran the mile in gym, and afterwards, Mike went to sit down, and when he tried to stand back up, he couldn't put any weight on it. So I spent the after noon with Mike and his family in the ER waiting x-ray results. Turns out within the last 2 years, he's chipped off a piece of his ankle, and it's missing, and the trauma of running pulled its limits. Now he's on crutches and in a cast for 3 weeks, and if it doesn't heal, he needs surgery. Surgery means noooo homecoming dance for Mike, or Kayla. Lets pray it doesn't happen.&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Friday I was sent home by the nurse with a fever. I'm still sick. It really sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think I've gotten used to high school, or mostly at least. I still get lost, but whatever :) Haha. What I REALLY like about high school, theres not really cliques. I mean, everyone still has their friends, and people who we'd rather not talk to, but mainly, everyone's "cool" if you please. Everyone's nice. Seniors actually talk to freshman without being snotty or anything. You'll always have those few kids who just refuse to, I don't know how to put it, refuse to.... um, Here. They think they are too cool for anyone. There we go. They think they are better than everone, you know. But whatever, let them think that, their loss(: Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir is funn. I lovee the teacher. Mr. Mann, haha. I've known him because Mrs. Smith always had him in practicing with us in 8th grade. I miss her, but Mr. Mann knows how to make it fun.  French is alright. The teachers nice. Madame Hessenthaler. But theres only 2 Mahone kids, me and Peter. I think Geometry will be fun this semester. The teacher is realllyyy easy going, and the kids make it fun. Gym, eh, atleast its the end of the day. Then History is on B days instead of choir. My teacher looks like Santa :) Haha, he's cool though. Extremlyy nice, and funny. All in all, I think my teachers are great. They really are here to help kids, and not just to teach, you can tell they like their job, which is a goooood thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm apparently joining 2 clubs, DECA, and Key Club. Key club is kind of a leadership thing I think? And I honestly have NOO idea what DECA is. Haha. But my mom arranged it for me, without my consult. She set it up with Nick and Mike's moms, hah, so whatever, I'll go with it, see how it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it for noww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-5545883455815341568?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/5545883455815341568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=5545883455815341568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5545883455815341568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5545883455815341568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-week-down.html' title='1st Week Down.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4961072637661131744</id><published>2009-09-02T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:58:44.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of High school...</title><content type='html'>MUCHHH better than the first :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4961072637661131744?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4961072637661131744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4961072637661131744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4961072637661131744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4961072637661131744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-day-of-high-school.html' title='Second day of High school...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-1643573704205233983</id><published>2009-09-01T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:25:36.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Down</title><content type='html'>179 to go! :) Haha. Wow thats alot. Well first day of HIGH SCHOOL is over. ;)  It still doesnt sound right to me... high school O_o  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywayssss, school was alright. Coulda gone worse, coulda gone better. I only know Peter in my french class, I was sooooooo happy when I found out he was there though, otherwise i knew no one. Choirs fun :) Like the teacher. Mr. Mann haha. French sucks. Geometry, ehhh... Gym, Not my thang :P  The halls are ridiculously busy. We come to complete stops at times from being so crowded. And the buss, we all sit either 3 or 4 to a seat. Its insane. But whatever. It was nice just being freshman the first 3 hours. It helped calm the nerves a lil i think. I actually wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. Its a little insane, the whole thing, haha. I feel so little, so short there :/ Whateverrr. Ill learn to live, hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-1643573704205233983?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/1643573704205233983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=1643573704205233983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1643573704205233983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1643573704205233983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-down.html' title='1 Down'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2034857598316797640</id><published>2009-08-31T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:31:36.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya'll Ready For This?</title><content type='html'>First day of high school tomorrow. I'm certainly not ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2034857598316797640?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2034857598316797640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2034857598316797640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2034857598316797640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2034857598316797640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/08/yall-ready-for-this.html' title='Ya&apos;ll Ready For This?'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4520960002076402481</id><published>2009-08-28T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:25:04.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days. (Well now 2)</title><content type='html'>3 days is NOTHING. I have 3 days left of my summer. And then I start high school. How frightening?! I went to a pep rally Wednesday for the football players and cheerleaders. Then I suddenly realized how unreal the idea still is in my head. I felt so young... so SHORT. Haha. But it was realllyyyyy cool(: Well, the pep rally itself was rather lamee, but meeting/talking to people was fun. They had a dance floor and DJ. The cheerleaders had the be the first ones out there because we are supposed to get the people out there. I guess they are afraid to dance unless someone else is out there, hah. So we did the cha cha slide of course. And they played some modern music likee I Gotta Feeling and Boom Boom Pow by Black Eyed Peas, Beyonce', and more... Oh and I learned a new dance called something like the Columbian Slide or something. It was cool. I got my football jersey :) Cheerleaders get football jerseys to wear to school on game days. It says "Cheer Devils" on the front and "YEAROUT" on the back, and I got number 18. We didnt' get to pick.... we just got a random number. Hmm, what else. My first game was... disappointing, but the football team won 30 - 0 :) So that's a plus. Haha. Butt my coach is dumb, she really needs to get organized so she isn't telling us everything last minute. It's a little ridiculous.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, todayy I'm going to the zoo. Even though its flipping freeeeezing outside. This summer really blows. Theres only been 2 memorable thingss about it. California, and my boyfriend(: The weather has sucked. Its August... and I'm wearing socks, sweat pants, and a hoodie.. WITH THE HOOD UP.  Man. What a great way to start high school huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah, I believe the high school is trying to scare and confuse all the poor freshman. We all got a call to our houses saying to meet in the commons at school by 7:15 in the moring the first day to get our BRAND NEW schedules. Soo, they gave us schedules, explained it all, I made my own little schedule to figure it all out easier, and now they are gonna give us brand new ones?!? Don't they get we are already scared enough?? Whoa, the sun just came out. I haven't seen the sun in like a week!!! This is amazing. The house is actually somewhat bright. And there it goes, why not. Ugh. Whatever. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4520960002076402481?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4520960002076402481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4520960002076402481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4520960002076402481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4520960002076402481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-days.html' title='3 Days. (Well now 2)'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4631781492498564812</id><published>2009-08-27T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:52:42.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna know</title><content type='html'>Anybody want to know the WORST weather for a first football game? COLD and RAINY.   Oh, haha, guess what its like outside.... Take a wild guess....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COLD AND RAINY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, I'm losing my faith in mother nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4631781492498564812?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4631781492498564812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4631781492498564812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4631781492498564812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4631781492498564812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanna-know.html' title='Wanna know'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4521784435278311149</id><published>2009-08-17T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:13:52.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Title?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SonyN3_37bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5AF0EdXxfEs/s1600-h/6200_1106269058836_1290085652_30260369_1380412_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SonyN3_37bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5AF0EdXxfEs/s320/6200_1106269058836_1290085652_30260369_1380412_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371090350800104882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so for kindergarten, the kids need an art smock. Of course.... you can't find an "art smock" in the school supply section. So we got Hannah to settle for a boys button up t-shirt that was a few sizes too big. :) &lt;div&gt;So today.... Hannah and I decorated it, to make it more fun. On the front we had "Hannah Y." not knowing HOW many Hannahs there could be. And we had a ladybug, a flower, and a moon and shooting star. Then on the back, we intertwined our handprints. That took up most of the back. But we had a little room saved on the left shoulder. There, we drew a green apple, and in little font "In loving memory of Aunt Katie" with a heart. I thought it was pretty much perfect in all aspects. It wasn't too flashy or anything, but wasn't unnoticeable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4521784435278311149?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4521784435278311149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4521784435278311149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4521784435278311149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4521784435278311149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/08/title.html' title='Title?'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SonyN3_37bI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5AF0EdXxfEs/s72-c/6200_1106269058836_1290085652_30260369_1380412_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3152017950899037442</id><published>2009-08-11T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:42:28.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Here I come.</title><content type='html'>Well, high schools only a few weeks away... wow it still sounds weird to say "I'm in highschool" ! How strange. Supposedly it all goes fast from here on.&lt;div&gt;I got my schedule, ID, and yearbook picture, and sports pass today. Let me say... those schedules are SO confusing. Why can't they just make it easy? Really....  Well quarter 1, on "A" days, I have Choir, then French, then Geometry, Lunch, back to Geometry, and P.E. "B" days, I have U.S. History, French Geometry Lunch, Geometry, P.E. Haha. Confussssing stuff right there. On the good hand, the lady let me pick what picture I wanted in the yearbook(: Which she wasn't supposed to do. Haha. But on the other hand, I have no classes with Mike :/ Even though we signed up for ALL the same classes but 2. :P Whateverr. Umm, thats about it for now. Oh Cheerleading started last week. We learned 5 cheers in 2 hours! And they expect us to remember all those perfectly. Goodness. But I guess its fun, just alot more work than I would have thought for *cheerleading*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3152017950899037442?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3152017950899037442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3152017950899037442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3152017950899037442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3152017950899037442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-school-here-i-come.html' title='High School Here I come.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-8731393036801054680</id><published>2009-08-06T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:56:54.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD :D</title><content type='html'>So I took this quiz on facebook that was "What Twilight guy would fall for you" and this is my result:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(25, 30, 33); "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; color: green; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Your Result:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Jasper Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; "&gt;Your sweet indeering personality would amaze Jasper. He would fall for you without a doubt you are a free spirit and always willing to help anyone in need. You dont let the fact that you a slightly different stop you and you enhance your unique persona by including slight quirks in your appearance. all in all you are a wonderful spirit and Jasper would be your ideal man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; "&gt;WHOO HOO :D :D :D I seriously LOVE Jasper, :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-8731393036801054680?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8731393036801054680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=8731393036801054680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8731393036801054680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8731393036801054680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-god-d.html' title='OH MY GOD :D'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4945587787227589150</id><published>2009-07-21T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:08:10.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting.... Nah not so much. But there's nothing to post about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Haha i was talking to mike last night and this was our converstaion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla 10:08 pm&lt;br /&gt;ewwwww i just burped it was ickyy, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael 10:08 pm&lt;br /&gt;thanks for sharing babe lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla 10:09 pm&lt;br /&gt;I just though you'd like to know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael 10:10 pm&lt;br /&gt;well i didn't but too late now! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla 10:10 pm&lt;br /&gt;Fineee i take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael 10:11 pm&lt;br /&gt;You can't just take it back! It already happened! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla 10:11 pm&lt;br /&gt;YES i can :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael 10:11 pm&lt;br /&gt;ok fine! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4945587787227589150?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4945587787227589150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4945587787227589150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4945587787227589150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4945587787227589150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-nah-not-so-much-but-theres.html' title='Interesting.... Nah not so much. But there&apos;s nothing to post about.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-691220134133690499</id><published>2009-06-29T18:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:44:54.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Anyone Ever Noticed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forward.com/workspace/assets/images/articles/ryanbraun2-111607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.forward.com/workspace/assets/images/articles/ryanbraun2-111607.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Ryan Braun is amazingly pretty ;)  I think it's an unhealthy crush I have.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-691220134133690499?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/691220134133690499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=691220134133690499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/691220134133690499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/691220134133690499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/06/has-everyone-ever-noticed.html' title='Has Anyone Ever Noticed'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4901339305983227641</id><published>2009-06-25T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:48:40.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Pop</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson is dead. What a sad day. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4901339305983227641?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4901339305983227641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4901339305983227641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4901339305983227641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4901339305983227641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop.html' title='King of Pop'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-6995592330796019526</id><published>2009-06-20T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:41:49.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazyyy Weather</title><content type='html'>Last night was INSANE. We got 2 rounds of severe storms. The first time, the sirens went off, umm, 3 times? And we heard a tornado touched down at by the Target right behind our house. CRAZY right? Oh, and this whole time, the power was out. We were in the basement in complete darkness with sirens going off. Then eventually we got candles out. But then we had to start bailing out buckets of water to keep our basement from flooding. Our whole neighborhood was doing it, haha. At least we weren't alone ;) But then after like 1 1/2 hours we gave up. So we got like 2-3 inches of water in our basement. Luckily we got everything important up off the floor. Hmm, what else? Everything was flooded. We couldn't get anywhere. Then around like 9, the front half of our neighbor hood got power. So it was only like 3 streets, including us that didnt have power. Ours didn't come on til like 2 or something this morning. And we hadn't eaten, so we had to drive to Chilis, which luckily was serving food :] but it was packed. Then we ate at home, but candle light, haha. Soo this morning it was amazing to wake up to 80 degree weather and sun, at 10 am. &lt;div&gt;Well that was my exciting night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-6995592330796019526?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/6995592330796019526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=6995592330796019526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6995592330796019526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6995592330796019526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/06/crazyyy-weather.html' title='Crazyyy Weather'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3810170270654053024</id><published>2009-06-16T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:47:30.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Photos :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/Sjfoudh9S7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LfAtsBacV00/s1600-h/4750_1185243194231_1322813008_531081_4269272_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/Sjfoudh9S7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LfAtsBacV00/s320/4750_1185243194231_1322813008_531081_4269272_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347998967424437170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SjfoucpfIpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XEA0lNx6Hq8/s1600-h/4750_1185242314209_1322813008_531080_7572039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SjfoucpfIpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XEA0lNx6Hq8/s320/4750_1185242314209_1322813008_531080_7572039_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347998967187579538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/Sjfot9fMPFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8rvuls5Apxs/s1600-h/4750_1185242234207_1322813008_531078_1664414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SjfoQH9fUsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qxSU2XrMXhE/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347998446238257858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SjfoP0g1NSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qXEoazIjARI/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SjfoP0g1NSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qXEoazIjARI/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347998441017783586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3810170270654053024?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3810170270654053024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3810170270654053024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3810170270654053024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3810170270654053024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation-photos.html' title='Graduation Photos :)'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/Sjfoudh9S7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LfAtsBacV00/s72-c/4750_1185243194231_1322813008_531081_4269272_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4476005787722806109</id><published>2009-04-24T18:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:04:48.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>Yay. The lonnggg week is finally over. How exciting?!  Today was an amazing day. It's like 82* out. So for gym, we went outside, and it's "National Fitness Day"  so we all had to run as many laps as we would in 20 minutes. And I'll add, our track is a normal sized track, so 4 laps = 1 mile. I ran 8 laps :) 2 miles! and I have gym first period, so it kinda sucked, cos I was all hot and sweaty the rest of the day. But whatever. I think  I could have done better. But it was my first time running since last summer, it was my first time on the track since 7th grade, it was 80* and I was wearing sweatpants. I don't have shorts for a gym... but I'm thinking I might need some, huh? But now my leg muscles are all sticking out alot. Hehe, its kinda cool. Like the ones in my thighs always stick out, cos I have really good muscles in my legs, so you can always see them, but today they were like even in my calves. This kid in my class, Joe, he goes "Hollyyyy Cow (but he used the other "c" word ;) ) and then said "Your legs!" Hah, cos I was wearing capris so you could see my legs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even the day was just a great day. As I've said before, most kids are gone in DC, so our classes are tiny. So our teachers took us outside today. We had like 25 minute classes up til lunch, then after wards we could go outside or play in the gym. All my friends and I took off our socks and shoes and played football with the guys. Hah, and we just sat. It was SO amazin/nice/wonderful to be barefoot and not have cold toes! And the sun was so nice. I miss summer so much. And when we were outside, I realized "Oh my gosh, its friday!" haha. Its kinda nice when that happens. Well, thats about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4476005787722806109?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4476005787722806109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4476005787722806109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4476005787722806109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4476005787722806109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-6187875167026285062</id><published>2009-04-22T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:58:50.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Draggg.</title><content type='html'>Man is this week a drag! It is going soooo slow. And today everyone left for DC, so there is like 7 kids in my class.... and we usually have 33. But, I guess it's kinda fun. The teachers aren't so stressed, they are alot nicer. And all the kids in my class know how to make anything fun. &lt;div&gt;Like today, Joe brought this HUGE sombrero, like half the size of his body, and wore it. And we just managed to make everything fun. Laugh. I think it was one of the best days of 8th grade. And our teachers don't wanna do much, so everything is fun. And Friday, our house is throwing a party because is supposed to be like 80*. So they shortened it to 30 minute classes, and from lunch after, we are going to be outside doing whatever we want. I love my teachers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats about it. Post later. Have a great rest of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-6187875167026285062?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/6187875167026285062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=6187875167026285062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6187875167026285062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6187875167026285062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/04/draggg.html' title='Draggg.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2283475563289745415</id><published>2009-04-19T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:21:41.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh nooo.</title><content type='html'>Spring Break is over :(   Very sad... I know.  I guess, it was okay? It wasn't great or anything, but it wasn't awful. I got to go to Indy for a day :) Which was a plus. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to school tomorrow. Not too excited about that. BUT, only 40 days left :]  Although, that's quite a longggg time lol  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm, that's about it. I'll post later in the week. Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2283475563289745415?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2283475563289745415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2283475563289745415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2283475563289745415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2283475563289745415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohhh-nooo.html' title='Ohhh nooo.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-8485112922971201294</id><published>2009-04-11T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:36:06.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May I Just Say.</title><content type='html'>As time goes on.... I keep becoming happier and happier that I broke up with Zach.  It most definately was the right decision. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-8485112922971201294?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8485112922971201294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=8485112922971201294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8485112922971201294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8485112922971201294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/04/may-i-just-say.html' title='May I Just Say.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7915690559224262881</id><published>2009-03-22T10:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:15:40.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>Well, this week was a Mess. The whole week, every single day, there was atleast 90 kids out with some type of flu. I was one of those 90. Monday, I went home sick after I lost all my food at lunch. ;) Tuesday I went home early. Wednesday I didn't even go. And Thursday and Friday I did, but I didn't feel all too hot. Friday at school, it was me and Grace at the lunch table. That's it. We usually have 9 people at our table. It was really weird. Everyone was sick. I bet the school lost alot of money ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Hm, I finally started my book report. Because I was sick, I didn't get my book until Thursday. I'm reading "The Five People You Meet In Heaven". I've read it before, so I know its good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it. This weekends kind of  crazy, but whatever. I'm just chillin'. Have a good week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7915690559224262881?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7915690559224262881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7915690559224262881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7915690559224262881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7915690559224262881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2609302323064830201</id><published>2009-03-11T17:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:29:07.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>I am. A daughter, a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend. I am a partner, a student, a young girl and a grown woman. I am confident and scared. Terrified and excited. I am loving and caring and thoughtful and hopeful. I am sick and tired. I am shy and friendly. And careful and careless. I am broken and whole. Misunderstood, misguided and mislead. I am hard working and determined, but a little scared on the inside. I wish on stars and dream my dreams. I pray to God and cry my tears. I smile on the outside while I'm dying on the inside. I listen to others who won't listen to me. I walk on eggshells and I walk on fire. I believe in passion, but not true love. I love you and I push you away. I want you but not so close. I am everything and nothing all at once. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2609302323064830201?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2609302323064830201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2609302323064830201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2609302323064830201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2609302323064830201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-8401961529920417678</id><published>2009-02-24T19:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:16:11.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise the Roof</title><content type='html'>I've noticed these past few days, I've been getting irritated or extremely annoyed easily. For instance - Zach told me not to do anything stupid, so we can hang out this weekend. NOW THAT REALLY MADE ME MAD. I was like "So you just expect me to do something stupid and get grounded?!?!" HES THE ONE GETTING GROUNDED FOR GRADES, Shoot, I have all A's so far ;P  Erg. So thats one issue. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And school, is really bugging me. Choir- WE NEED A BREAK. We've been working our butts off all year. She said after the WCDA, we would get a few days break, and what do we get? Half a day of no singing! Then, we worked our butts off for Choral Fest, which was Saturday, and she said we would get a break after that. We got yesterday off. Erg. But I do admit, it was pretty darn amazing - Choral Fest. It is where all the high school and all the 8th grade choirs get together and sing 4 songs together, and each school sang a solo tune. Mahone was the first do to our solo. And at this thing, we have a guest conductor, who conducts us all, minus the solo tunes. He is the conductor and Lawerence College or something in Northern Wisconsin. He's a big shot ;) So he knows all. And when he heard Mahone sing alone, his jaw immediatley dropped in amazement. Then our teacher told us how all the directors took him out Sunday night for dinner. And he was randomly talking, and brings up this -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"You should have heard this middle school choir sing. They were AMAZING. I've never heard anything like them." And our teacher just sat there quietly. And the teacher next to her goes points to our teacher and goes "That was her choir!" And Richard Bjella (the guest conductor) screams "OH MY GOSH. THEY WERE AMAZING" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our teacher said he looked like he was gonna kiss her he was so amazed. Hehe.  I'd say we raised the roof ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-8401961529920417678?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8401961529920417678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=8401961529920417678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8401961529920417678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8401961529920417678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/02/raise-roof.html' title='Raise the Roof'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-8804397692307753890</id><published>2009-02-15T20:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:50:40.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Title Here</title><content type='html'>I really don't have a title. Because I really don't know what I am going to write about. I just figured it was time to post...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo.... yeah I really don't have anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-8804397692307753890?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8804397692307753890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=8804397692307753890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8804397692307753890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8804397692307753890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-title-here.html' title='Post Title Here'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-8158605300913281931</id><published>2009-02-03T19:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:58:15.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for High School?</title><content type='html'>I got my high school courses sheet yesterday :) It's pretty exciting actually. It's over-whelming, but it finally seems like its here! Its reality. I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going &lt;/span&gt;to be in high school next year. No denying it. But when you finally get all the sheets, it feels real. You learn about the credits. For my high school, you need atleast 26 credits to graduate. And to graduate with your Honors Diploma, 16 of those 26 credits must be honors classes. I'm proud to say I'm going for it :D Already, my freshman year I'm taking 4 honors classes. I'm debating whether to take 5. Right now I'm at Geometry, Biology and Literature &amp;amp; Comp. Honors, oh and I'm taking Choir Honors xD I'm debating whether to take U.S. History honors. I don't think I will though. I already have enough trouble paying attention and liking that class. Then I'm going to take French 101, or maybe Italian, not sure.... But I think French ;) Then my senior year I get to go to Paris! And I may possibly take summer gym. :O How weird. But then you don't have it during the school year, you don't get all hot and sweaty. And then during the year, when you would have had gym, you can take an extra elective to get 8.5 credits! P.E. is half a credit. And an elective such as Communications or something is half a credit. I think I'm going to take that too. It sounds cool. It deals with photography, video cameras, and computers for designing things. I'm excited. I'm glad that most of my classes with be only freshman, except Choir Honors and my elective that I choose. So that's a plus. I'm not ready to be around all those older people. &lt;div&gt;It kind of sucks. You go from the oldest, the highest, to the youngest, and most scared. Look at all the 8th graders picking on little 6th graders. Imagine SENIORS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But luckily I'll know a few juniors. So that could help a little, or maybe alot?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it. This week seems to be going very slow... Blah  Post more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And Zach got his braces off :) I still haven't seen them though. He just got them off today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: I saw them! They are pretty :) His teeth are perfect. Now mine look bad lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-8158605300913281931?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8158605300913281931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=8158605300913281931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8158605300913281931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8158605300913281931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html' title='Ready for High School?'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3754772208223747392</id><published>2009-01-30T18:03:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:19:44.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy for a Weekend</title><content type='html'> I'm a mommy!! Haha. In FCS class (Family Consumer Science), we have these baby simulators that are computerized. And they are meant to be like a new baby. They cry randomly and you have to burp, feed, rock or change them. I got a boy :(  But he has so many names. Haha. Nick on the bus says "His name should be Nick" and I say "Ok" kind of laughing. Then Nick says "No. I'm not even kidding. His name is Nick, ok?" Haha. Then Joe wants it to be Joe. And Gabby and Travis said Travis James. So I have no idea what to do. Cos we have to make a birth certificate. And they come in this HUGE baby carrier!! I had to bring that thing on the bus. Haha, and I have to on Monday morning. My baby still hasn't turned on yet though. Hehe. The teacher programmed them to turn on at 6. Unless you snapped its neck backwards, then it would cry until 6. :O  Mine's been quiet though :)  So many people held mine. I didn't actually hold it until I got home. Even on the bus I didn't have it. Hah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... thats about it. Tell you more about that later. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: My Baby is a dud :(  It DOESNT WORK. I carried that thing on the bus all the way home for NOTHING. And I'm gonna have to do it again. Erg. I'm mad. lol That thing was such a hassel to carry around. Its heavy as asdklfjadwer. And I had to sleep with it, just incase it woke up. Cos Bryan said his didn't turn on until 3 in the morning. So I didn't know if that was gonna happen to me. But it didn't &gt;.&lt; But I still have to wear the wristband... i think ?  I better not get down graded for shaking it or anything, we were trying to wake it up. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3754772208223747392?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3754772208223747392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3754772208223747392&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3754772208223747392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3754772208223747392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy-for-weekend.html' title='Mommy for a Weekend'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-147107002172113246</id><published>2009-01-26T15:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:30:28.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Whooah, were half way there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WHOOAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Livin on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Take my hand and well make it - I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHOOOOAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Livin on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school year is officially half over :D (We're half way there) ;)How amazing is that?! This year has gone extremely fast for me. All the teachers said 8th grade would be like torture slow, but its actually gone really fast. But I know, once we hit like May, it's going to take forever to end. ;)  Like last year, from March to May it went fast, then once you start like counting down the days, it takes forever. Like your sitting in your chair saying "10 days will NEVER end" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm REALLLYYY looking forward to June. I cannot wait to graduate :D AND LEAVE MAHONE FOREVER. I never have to go back, ever ever ever again. I will be free from that horrible place. I have grown such a... deep hate feeling for that school. Hate IS a strong word, thats why I'm using it :) That place is terrible. It's gotten worse every year I've been there. Listen to this. So, NOBODY likes our assistant principal. And she is the one that does everything, our principal is WAY past retirement, and doesn't do anything. You never see him. And nobody likes our assistant principal. You walk past her in the hall and say hi, or Good Morning Mrs.Knight! and she says nothing. She just keeps on walking. How rude?! She does that to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I think graduation will be great. But what I don't get, they make the 8th graders come back, AFTER WE GRADUATE. And we graduate like a week before the end of school. My mom says they should just get us out. Obviously theres gonna be problems. Seriously. Theres no discipline they can do. What are they gonna do, suspend you? You've already graduated. lol They are just causing issues. It's like they want to get you in trouble, so they can discipline you. Man, my school is a drag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So obviously, I'm looking forward to high school. I'm utterly terrified, but excited. A new school, new teachers, new people, new classes! Thats what I want. You don't have the boring Math Science English Social Studies. You actually get classes you yourself are interested in. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thats about it. I just wanted to post. Sooo, peace out. &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/296987345715219891-147107002172113246?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/147107002172113246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=147107002172113246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/147107002172113246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/147107002172113246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/01/half-way-there.html' title='Half way there'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7140558510508754098</id><published>2009-01-24T13:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:52:34.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah.</title><content type='html'>What is it lately? I need a break. I want to say that, but I don't know how it will be taken. I feel terrible about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not doing so hot on my new years resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7140558510508754098?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7140558510508754098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7140558510508754098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7140558510508754098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7140558510508754098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah.html' title='Ah.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2401581164763435409</id><published>2009-01-18T11:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:02:55.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>was awesome :)   It was nothing like I expected. I honestly thought it wasn't going to be such a big thing, and so many people, and etc... but it was!!! And I have to brag. We WERE amazing. I believe we sang the best we have ever. Mrs. Smith was crying by our last song. And we sang like 9 songs!! That's alot. And it was hot on that stage with the lights shining on you. And at one part, apparently we were so good that they turned off all the lights, and just shined one spotlight on the choir. Pretty amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite an experience, and I'm glad I got the special chance.  We don't find out how we did for a few days.... but I will definately post that when I get the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2401581164763435409?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2401581164763435409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2401581164763435409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2401581164763435409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2401581164763435409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/01/competition_18.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-5302133403847580525</id><published>2009-01-14T21:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:58:08.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poof</title><content type='html'>Isn't it like magic? On your birthday, you just suddenly, without noticing any difference, you turn a year older. 14 for me. :) My birthday was good. I'd say it was just perfect :]  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news!!! Today was my last day of school this week. WHOO. Tomorrow, they already cancelled school :D and Friday, we leave at 7:30 for state competition. Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-5302133403847580525?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/5302133403847580525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=5302133403847580525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5302133403847580525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5302133403847580525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/01/poof.html' title='Poof'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-8250978284184183495</id><published>2009-01-10T08:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:33:37.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>14.</title><content type='html'>That's almost me. Almost.  It still sounds like a little kid to me. Which is good. I don't want to grow up. At least, for a while. Hmm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella: Good, gained a pound in a week, devours her food whole, then pukes it up, cutie, whiny, tiny, biter, adorable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily: annoying, mean to Bella, cranky, needs to be groomed, lost some excess weight, sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadow: never around, annoying when i'm trying to sleep, tiny, cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: SICK OF SNOW, almost my birthday :) state competition in 6 days, only 4 more rehearsals! and apparently in ANOTHER winter weather advisory. We were in the line for 7-9" of snow last night, and supposed to get more all weekend. SO SICK OF IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-8250978284184183495?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/8250978284184183495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=8250978284184183495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8250978284184183495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/8250978284184183495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/01/14.html' title='14.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3244269709549248347</id><published>2009-01-01T10:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:29:18.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 (updated)</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a New Year. I'm planning on making this year right. Fixing everything, and just having fun. That's my new year resolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and to just stay happy! Or just try my hardest to stay happy, look at the bright side of things. I've found that to be a little hard lately.  And I stole one of &lt;a href="http://www.hearing-the-music.blogspot.com"&gt;Emmas&lt;/a&gt;, to be more outgoing. Yeah, I think I really need to do that. I started yesterday :) I tried mustard on a pretzel. I tried it, but it didn't turn out as good as my dad said. Mine ended up back on the plate. ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH!! ANDD yesterday, I saw Marley &amp;amp; Me. All I have to say is OH MY GOSH. I cried the whole last 45 minutes. It was SO adorable. And you become attached to the dog, it's so sweet. And at the ending (I'm trying not to spoil anything), we thought Hannah wouldn't really comprehend whats going on, or she wasn't really paying much attention. But the poor kid BURST out into tears. Right at a silent moment, she bursted out crying. My mom and I were laughing, but since we were already crying, everytime we breathed in, it sounded like we were bawling too. And we figured if we didn't laugh, we were going to burst out like Hannah too. But throughout the whole ending, you heard the whole theater crying and sniffling. Then when we were walking out, and they still don't have the lights turned on, this big tough guy says "Nobody can see where they are walking. We all have tears in our eyes." Then somebody laughs. Then he says again "I should have brought a box of kleenex with" We walked out of the theater and all the kids were crying, all the teens were crying, all the moms and dads, everybody. Everybody's eyeliner or makeup was running. Hannah was crying all the way back to the car. It was so sweet. I think that movie might just be my new favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3244269709549248347?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3244269709549248347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3244269709549248347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3244269709549248347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3244269709549248347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009 (updated)'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-944056324424162672</id><published>2008-12-28T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:55:59.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>Ok guys. I need help.  My teacher must be clue-less. She gave us this big project due the second day we get back from break. And she thinks we are all gonna have it done... HAH! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But does anybody have ideas of websites. I need to research a subject relating to A Christmas Carol, the boook. I have no idea! And the website she gave us, isn't even a website!! But so I need to write a paper of my research, including a citation page and I need to put together a visual demonstration. So a poster board or power-point or pamphlet, etc... I have no idea where to 1 - find a subject relating to A Christmas Carol, and 2 - what to write about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP. Even if you know of a website that might help or anything.&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/296987345715219891-944056324424162672?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/944056324424162672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=944056324424162672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/944056324424162672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/944056324424162672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/12/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-6464301225796039691</id><published>2008-12-27T10:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:02:42.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (late) Holiday!</title><content type='html'>How were yours?&lt;div&gt;My Christmas was good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see, I got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A PUPPY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I got a little english bulldog. She isn't even 8 weeks old. And her name is Bella :] I don't know where that came from, but it fits. Shes a sleeper. She sleeps probably 20 hours of the day. She's starting to play alot more. She's got more personality. Oh, and she bites alot! It's just because shes teething. But her teeth, if they get you, HURT.  She will chase you if you run. And it's really fun watching her chase Lily. If you throw Lily's ball, Bella will chase Lily, who is chasing the ball. It's really cute.  She's adorable. I love her :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-6464301225796039691?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/6464301225796039691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=6464301225796039691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6464301225796039691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6464301225796039691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-late-holiday.html' title='Happy (late) Holiday!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2167569095896469807</id><published>2008-12-19T13:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:39:50.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY</title><content type='html'>SNOW DAY! ! !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have more than a foot of snow here. It goes half way up our back door. It took us like 15 minutes to get the dog outside to go pee. We couldn't open the door, and once we got it open, there was too much snow. We had to shovel it. Poor dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2167569095896469807?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2167569095896469807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2167569095896469807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2167569095896469807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2167569095896469807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='YAY'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-5154461904246048889</id><published>2008-12-12T08:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:47:36.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuffleupagus</title><content type='html'>Thats me. I'm snuffling and sniffling. I'm home for the 3rd day in a row. I have like my 3rd sinus infection since the beginning of the school year. And I just had one a few weeks ago. Then the dr. said it never went away from the last one, it just got covered up by over the counter medicine, and once this cold hit, they just attacked harder. He listened to me breathe, and says "You got a heck of alotta congestion!!" Isn't that lovely to hear. It was a doctors office I never went to. My doctor took the day off, so I had to get a different one who worked with her. The lady at the desk in his office was weird O_o  She was like "Yes, I know. Yes. That would be great. Yes, please sit" in a creepy soft voice. Then the nurse didn't talk. She came up to me with the temperature thing that goes under your tongue, and stood there for like a minute cos I didn't know what she was doing. Then with the blood pressure thing, she stood there. I didn't know I had to pull up my sleeve!! And frankly, I don't pay attention in doctors office. I usually find myself staring at the needles or something. They really shouldn't keep those out in the open, it frightens little ones, including myself. ;)  And I found out I have to get my Tetnis shot in spring. yay. *she said rolling her eyes*  Then the doctor  came in, and he didn't stop talking!! And he was a big Cubs fan. Hm, that's not off to a good start. GO BREWERS! OH MY GOSH! Did any of you hear about CC Sabathia??? He's taken the deal with the New York Yankees. They offered him 23 MILLION dollars a YEAR for 7 years!!!!  OH MY GOODNESS. Yankees were jealous of Brewers. They just can't accept that the Brewers are better than them :O &lt;div&gt;I swear I cannot breathe. Last night and the night before, I could not breathe!  I'm sitting here watching A Muppets Christmas Carol by myself. Its nice. :) No Hannah talking, no dad coughing, etc...  I love this movie. It is so sweet, and has a great message. And of course, the Muppets just make it better. I'm also reading the book in English right now. Well, I just finished it. But obviously, I can't turn it in until Monday.  *Awe, in the movie right now, Scrooge is crying :'( * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm gonna look and see if I can figure out anything in math. I don't have any homework right now, but I think I know what they've been working on, so I wanna see if I get it, if not, I will ask my teacher on Monday. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-5154461904246048889?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/5154461904246048889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=5154461904246048889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5154461904246048889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5154461904246048889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/12/snuffleupagus.html' title='Snuffleupagus'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-6498862032662018497</id><published>2008-12-07T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:07:20.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LA La la</title><content type='html'>Haha, okay I just wanted to share this because it's a little scary to me. So I was bored this morning, and I went on google and searched "What your looks mean about you quiz" I love online quizzes ;) And I found this one and took it, and it is SOOO me. SCARY.&lt;div&gt;Heres my results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Venus vixen: You're an artistic person who looks at the world through rose-colored glasses. You're able to see the potential in people, so you take time to encourage them even after everyone else has lost interest and moved on. You love to be surrounded by beautiful things. It's tough for you to make up your mind, but once you do you seldom change it. You don't tolerate two-faced people, so you've weeded out the bad eggs and built yourself a crew of only true-blue pals. When they're down in the dumps, they come to you for comfort. And there's nothing you wouldn't do for them- except lie. Though you freely give good advice, you don't often listen to your own words of wisdom. You're a famous flirt. While you tend to rush into relationships, you do try hard to make them work. And when they end, you're bummed for eons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one part that REALLY shocked me, because its like the quiz KNEW me was this:  &lt;/div&gt;"You don't tolerate two-faced people, so you've weeded out the bad eggs and built yourself a crew of only true-blue pals. When they're down in the dumps, they come to you for comfort. And there's nothing you wouldn't do for them- except lie. Though you freely give good advice, you don't often listen to your own words of wisdom."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So of course, the I don't tolerate 2-faced people is totally me. I've "weeded" out the bad eggs and have true friends now. How WEIRD. That's exactly me. EXACTLY. And alot of my friends talk to me about everything. They trust me :) And I give them advice. And the last part, yeahh you know. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not a "famous flirt". At all, Lol - Especially this year ;) I haven't flirted with anybody at school this year. I've made alot of guy friends, but we don't flirt. It's actually really nice. Guys are fun to talk about girl problems with, cos they won't go telling everybody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this weekend has gone by fast. I don't know why. But luckily, 10 more days of school in 2008!!! :D And this Christmas break is like 16 days :D YAY. THEN!!!! When we come back, its 8 days until my birthday. THEN!!!! The weekend after my birthday we are going to that choir competition. What I like about it - we are either going to get 1st 2nd or 3rd cos there is only 3 choirs going ;) And we have to sing 8 songs infront of like 1000 choir directors. :O  We have 7 songs pretty much down. And the one we still don't have yet, is one we sang last year, so we know it. And we are singing 2 songs from 6th grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing more. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-6498862032662018497?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/6498862032662018497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=6498862032662018497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6498862032662018497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6498862032662018497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-la-la.html' title='LA La la'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-969940554005083628</id><published>2008-12-05T16:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:20:51.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>So my week was okay. I've been in a weird - down mood all week. But then today it lifted, and I was hapyy :)  So lets see, Monday, Mr.Moran bought me candy. Haha, I don't really know why, he just bought them and threw them at me. Then today. When I got off the bus, Nick comes up behind me going "Kayla Kayla Kayla" and I'm like "What?!" then he goes "Watch this!" And throws a snowball at a girl up ahead, but he was messing around. And he slips and falls while throwing it, and the snowball goes over the fence, which was wayy off and I go "Uhm Sorry to tell you but I think you missed" And he goes "Shut up. I slipped!" Haha, kinda made my day. I had a headache all day, so a good laugh helped. Hhm, well thats about all exciting that happened this week. Laaa. Well, tomorrow I finally get to see Twilight :D I think so at least. Last night I babysat until 9! Whooo. That was fun. So I was alone from 7 - 9. I got to watch Polar Express by myself :)  That was nice. I really like that movie for some reason. Well, I'll post probably tomorrow night or Sunday. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-969940554005083628?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/969940554005083628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=969940554005083628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/969940554005083628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/969940554005083628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3112246209349209160</id><published>2008-11-30T08:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:22:45.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>I've noticed - nobody's been posting lately. Is it the cold weather? Nothing exciting can happen anymore?  Something exciting happens everyday! For me atleast...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's with the slack in posts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3112246209349209160?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3112246209349209160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3112246209349209160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3112246209349209160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3112246209349209160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7632022316466658965</id><published>2008-11-27T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:28:18.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TURKEY DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I hope you all have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/296987345715219891-7632022316466658965?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7632022316466658965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7632022316466658965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7632022316466658965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7632022316466658965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day.html' title='TURKEY DAY!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-1663673628938826237</id><published>2008-11-23T19:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:40:19.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at the roxbury</title><content type='html'>It has to be one of my favorite movies. I really couldn't think of a title, so I used the movie I'm watching at the moment. Ah, Blah Blah Blahhhh.  That's how I feel. Like nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 DAYS THIS WEEK! :D How super excitingly fantastic is that?! Then! when we come back, we have like 3 weeks, then we have another 2 1/2 weeks off! :) I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm bored. It's only 7:30. It looks like its midnight. I miss the summer so much. I miss being able to be outside until 10 with some sunlight and being in shorts and flipflops. This year - I HATE my coat. It is driving me CRAZY. I feel like I'm a huge marshmallow. And my hair gets all static-y. I have to shove my coat into my locker, then fit my bag, and I have a shelf in my locker which holds my stuff, so it makes my locker crammed. I feel bad for the six graders. There are so many this year, that they get those half lockers now. Like the ones you see in movies. One on top, and one below it. I would NOT beable to stand it. My coat wouldn't fit alone. Then we have all our books, and backpacks. Whoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-1663673628938826237?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/1663673628938826237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=1663673628938826237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1663673628938826237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1663673628938826237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-at-roxbury.html' title='A night at the roxbury'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-1546793871196487601</id><published>2008-11-21T16:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:49:53.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY LORD</title><content type='html'>Some people really know how to tick me off!!!! They don't know they are, but they really know how to! ASDKFJSADFISAJFOADISJFFKJ. ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG ERG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-1546793871196487601?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/1546793871196487601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=1546793871196487601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1546793871196487601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1546793871196487601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-lord.html' title='OH MY LORD'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7603964382501597344</id><published>2008-11-19T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:29:47.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent concert</title><content type='html'>So I've had an exciting week. I know it's the middle of the week - but in the last week, its been exciting. So lets see. Sunday I got my hair cut. Shelly took me to her place. My bangs were driving everyone (including me) crazy. Then we get there, and Shelly goes "Just cut all of it" So I got a full makeover. She "texturized" my bangs, so they lay better. I have layers that start the same length as my bangs, then they gradually get longer. It isn't as heavy, so if I'm lazy, I can just let it go curly and it looks good. It also looks good straightened.&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we had our first  choir  concert of the year.  It was good, until the end. My friend who was standing right behind me passed out because of the heat. And there isn't anything behind the top riser, so she fell on the floor, and when she fell, she hit her head and blacked out. She was laying there out cold for like 2 minutes. I was so shocked. See, I was supposed to stand right next to her, but then I switched with a girl who was taller than me. So I moved the to second row. I would have fallen too. Our concert never had an ending. All the altos ran to her, because we were all closest. Then the sopranos and men on the other side were just staring. We kinda stopped singing. She finally opened her eyes and could answer questions. But man was it HOT up there. All the lights, and all those people crammed into that little auditorium, whoo it was hot. All of us were fanning ourselves and stuff. Even our choir teacher was red! Oh, but about my title. I lost my voice, seriously. So I couldn't sing. If I did, I have to say we would sound TERRIBLE.  I didn't have much 'say' in the concert, if you will. Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well tomorrow we have  field trip. There's a special Titanic exibit (how do you spell that?!?) at the Milwaukee Museum. Since we are studying the titanic, our teacher is taking us there. Hm. It should be good.   ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7603964382501597344?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7603964382501597344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7603964382501597344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7603964382501597344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7603964382501597344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/silent-concert.html' title='Silent concert'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-1088152965126524235</id><published>2008-11-14T20:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:16:19.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you Zaney! R.I.P</title><content type='html'>Hm, this past week wasn't the best. It was probably the worst week of school so far. I haven't felt good all week. My tonsels are swollen and pink. My tummy hurt last friday through wednesday. Today, Mr. Plowe's praying mantis died. It was so depressing. Mr. Plowe was sad! We had a funeral for her. Her name was Zaney. We picked her up on our last field trip, about 2 months ago. Since then she had 2 egg sacks and became extremely attached to Mr. Plowe, as he did to her. It was adorable. Every morning he took her on a walk around the school on his hand. I held her. Lots of kids held her. She was a great class pet. This morning, Mr. Plowe picked her up, she looked at him, tucked her arms in and bowed her head, then died. Now, she is in a coffin in a grave that we dug for her in the school yard. She has a tombstone. Saying "More than a mantis to me" How adorable! Then we started singing (in a sad tone) "Na na na na, na na na na, HEY HEY HEY good-bye" I swear we were all tearing up. Who knew how much a bug could mean to you? Ah. So we all gave him a big group hug. Then today we had a pep rally. I must say, that didn't make me feel any better. We have a scream off. Of course, 8th grade won because 6th grade doesn't know what to do at the first rally, and 8th grade voices just over power 7th grade. So that made my headache worse. My head was pounding by the end. But I got over it... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-1088152965126524235?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/1088152965126524235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=1088152965126524235&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1088152965126524235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1088152965126524235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-no-creative-mood-for-title.html' title='Miss you Zaney! R.I.P'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-5236818711373300490</id><published>2008-11-12T18:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:00:12.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Arg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg Erg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That felt good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-5236818711373300490?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/5236818711373300490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=5236818711373300490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5236818711373300490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5236818711373300490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/arg.html' title='Arg'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2337080400132436231</id><published>2008-11-09T09:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:02:57.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>I've noticed things in the past few days have been really bothering me. Just like the littlest things have been bothering me so bad.  It's crazy. Like Hannah and Morgans fighting yesterday, I couldn't stand it! I was going to go crazy if one more comment came out "I have this and you dont. Haha" AHHH. Well, there has also just been alot of drama around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today should be good. We are going - alone - to the mall. I get to go shopping :D Take out some of that URGGG feeling.  So that's a plus. By alone, I mean without Morgan. Without those 2 fighting constantly. Without the constant competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I think that's about all I have to say. Hey, btw- What's wrong with the KMF website? When I go to it, the whole screen is black, and on the top of the page it says "Login" then I have to give a username and password. ??? Am I banned from it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2337080400132436231?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2337080400132436231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2337080400132436231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2337080400132436231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2337080400132436231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7069810754921389698</id><published>2008-11-04T18:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:25:56.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Election 08</title><content type='html'>This is probably the first election I've payed so much attention to. Seriously, I really really really do not want McCain to win. This election, I've looked at, examined, everything, the different sides, and I have to say, I side more along with Democratic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Obama win???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7069810754921389698?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7069810754921389698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7069810754921389698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7069810754921389698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7069810754921389698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-08.html' title='Election 08'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2272400681009355016</id><published>2008-11-03T18:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:27:23.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't posted in a while. So I'm gonna give you an update on my life.... it's very exciting you know. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo, last week, not much happened. As you know, I cleaned my house. Friday, I went shopping with Shelly.  Saturday, we didn't do much, but then for dinner, we made ribs and chicken with Shelly Zach and Morgan. OOH! And I finally saw Iron Man!!! I've wanted to see it for so long, then Zach brought it over to watch. And we watched Journey to the Center of the Earth. It was pretty good, but IronMan was awesome! :DThen Sunday, we went to the Zion Walmart for really no reason, just my dad knew it would make me mad.  I mean really, we have a Walmart 10 minutes from our house, I don't see why we need to drive 30 minutes to Zion! Then we sat around the house... and then we ate chili for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in school, there was this HUGE fight between 2 of my former friends, and 2 other girls. I guess my 2 former friends, got beat up BIG time. I said Good for Them. They finally see they aren't all that. Of course, I don't believe in fighting and yeah, that sounds mean, but maybe it will knock them back on their feet. I don't know though. Maybe they might just keep doing it, whatever. :)  People came up to me, "Do you know what that was about Kayla?!?!" all I said was "I don't know, I'm not friends with them anymore :)" My hands were clean, and darn it, it felt good!  That's not saying my hands weren't clean all last year either, but last year, if that would have happened, I probably would have been called to the Deans office or something because I hung out with them. This year, I'm free! Anyways, we have testing all this week. 8th grade does the hard testing, and for longer too. But it's awesome too. We test until lunch. Then we have lunch. Then we have 30 minute classes, and our teachers don't want to give us any work because it's the end of the quarter, and they don't want to "over-whelm" us with the testing and work and homework and studying and stuff. So it's good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, that's about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2272400681009355016?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2272400681009355016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2272400681009355016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2272400681009355016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2272400681009355016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/11/hm.html' title='Hm'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3323841374532462585</id><published>2008-10-30T09:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:52:50.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Guess what guys? Wisconsin has officially skipped fall, and has gone straight from summer to winter. I went from wearing a t-shirt to school one day, then the next day, I'm wearing my winter coat. It's SNOWING!!! What's up with that??? It's not supposed to snow in October. It was snowing Monday and Tuesday when we got out of school, and yesterday it was freezing. Today, it's sunny out, but cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think I've broken my pinky again. Hah, that's funny. I broke it on Halloween Day last year, and tomorrow is Halloween, and I think I broke it again. :O I don't think it ever officially healed well, but it's gotten me through a year. I think I'm gonna wear my splint for a few days, possibly. I just remember how annoying that was. And I wore it from October to January. We never had an x-ray done after that... so I don't know. But occasionally it hurts in the spot I broke it, but recently it's been bad. Like right now I can't type with it, or ply the piano with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;See, I broke it funny. Let me refresh your memory. I hit my finger on the corner of the science lab. And I hit it so hard, it broke off a chunk of my knuckle bone (which they said will never heal back, lol) and I tore the ligaments and bone that goes from the knuckle in my hand to the second knuckle of my pinky finger. And that's where it hurts now. So I hardly had gym last year :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Um, otherwise, not much going around here. I'm home alone today. Tomorrow, I have no idea what we are doing, except watching "It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown". Haha, when we were handing out candy on Sunday, which was stupid, there was an old fashioned costume. A kid cut 2 holes in a white sheet and threw it over himself. I say "Charlie Brown is coming!!" but luckily he didn't hear me :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kay, one more thing before I go. So white caps went trick - or - treating on Sunday, when everybody knows we have actual Halloween day off. The whole school district has these 2 days off, and I think we should have gone tomorrow. I mean, we went trick or treating a whole WEEK before Halloween. It's not right. Erg. But supposedly there is a place to vote online to change the rules for next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now it's Later:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I am soooo proud of myself. So since I was home alone today, Shelly invited me to go to Subway with her and the kids.  So when I got home, I got to work. I vacuumed, dusted and picked up the downstairs. I vacuumed, dusted, cleaned part of the bathroom made my moms bed, made my bed, made Hannah's bed, picked up my room, made my moms dresser visible again (it was a mess), and... The most amazing- I cleaned Hannah's entire room. It was a MESSSS! It looked like a tornado came through and ripped up her dresser, her drawers, her floor, her bed, her closet. I straightened up her dresser, I took all the clothes out of all her drawers and refolded them and put them back in, I eventually got to her bed, by going through the mountain of toys and clothes on top of it and hanging those up, I picked up her floor. You can see Hannah's room again! :O That's a surprise for even Shelly, she doesn't know I did that yet.... and she knows how messy her room was. Everyone did, haha. My mom has been talking about cleaning it up for weeks now, and I had nothing to do... So I did it :D I can't wait until my mom gets home now. I'm not even gonna tell her, I'm gonna let her see everything as she goes past it.  So I cleaned my whole house, all by myself, on my day off. Yayayay!  I think part of the reason I did it was because I knew that if I didn't, we would be cleaning all day tomorrow, with my mom and Hannah (which isn't fun). My mom gets all stressed and crabby. Also, I wanted to make it up to her. Tuesday night, we got in a big fight, so I feel better now. And also, tonight my mom can chill and hang out with Shelly instead of stressing about the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3323841374532462585?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3323841374532462585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3323841374532462585&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3323841374532462585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3323841374532462585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-fall.html' title='No fall?'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7450553224846218361</id><published>2008-10-28T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:49:09.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've made it!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the last day of first quarter.... amazing right?!  It feels like we just started last week. I have to say, it's gone by alot faster, and better, than expected. I seriously had a bad feeling that this year was going to absolutely suck. But it probably has been my favorite year of middle school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I got like 200 some points in Social Studies for participating. See, in social studies, you get 3 grades, which average out your grade. Those are your test score, your notes, and participation. And you get points by answering questions, reading, etc... in class. I answered a bunch of questions today, because it was review for our test tomorrow. Our teachers are stressing out trying to get us all caught up, because after tomorrow, missing assignments go to 0 in the grade book. :O uh oh... nah, I have no missing work :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, that's about it. I'm tired. I'll post sometime this weekend, we got a 4 day weekend. WHOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7450553224846218361?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7450553224846218361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7450553224846218361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7450553224846218361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7450553224846218361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-made-it.html' title='I&apos;ve made it!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4919921798124493742</id><published>2008-10-27T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:35:31.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm dying to know what people think. What'cha think??? Of the run? Of the weekend? Of Zach??  :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally thought it went great, except Friday... but that's my issue. I'm sure everybody else thought it was fine. I thought Saturday was alot of fun. Even though it was super cold, it certainly helped us not to take any of it for granted, which was quite possible if the weather was "perfect". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are my thoughts, I have more. But right now, I have a migrane from like 9 this morning and I'm SUPER tired. So bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4919921798124493742?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4919921798124493742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4919921798124493742&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4919921798124493742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4919921798124493742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-1582814437874925793</id><published>2008-10-24T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:30:33.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Usual...</title><content type='html'>So as you know, tomorrow is Katie Memorial Foundations' first annual fun run through the forest preserve. This past week, I think it's finally hit me. Everyday, it got harder and harder to go to school, school got more and more boring, I began to pay less attention. Then I'd smack myself and say "It's going to be okay!!" Then I could get my head back into it. Monday, wasn't bad. Tuesday, I had a bad morning, so I talked to Mrs. Peterson for an hour er so. I showed her KMF's website, she said she really wanted to come to the run tomorrow, but her daughter has Solo and Ensemble tryouts. I tried telling my 6th grade science teacher this week, but every time I went in her room, she said she was busy. So that didn't get around to her. I told my friends, but they all had tickets to see the premiere of High School Musical 3, LOL!!! I was like "You have fun with all those little kids!" Haha. Eh, I don't think I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; close yet with them that I'd want them at a big family event like this.... Then Wednesday it was okay because I knew I got out early.... everything was going to be shorter. Then yesterday, was fine. I really wanted to go to English because we are watching "The Sixth Sense" which I LOVE that movie. But how lame is this? She handed out a test on it, and it's our final assessment for 1st quarter. Can we ever just watch a movie and not take notes or have a test on it?!?! Erg, it's frustrating. At least it's a good movie. And so my homework for missing today is to rent the Sixth Sense and finish my test. Ahah. I'm like OKAY! :D That's the best homework ever.&lt;div&gt;Well, today after Hannah's doctor appointment (&gt;_&lt;) I think we are going to Grandma's. Finally see my cousins after 3 months. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-1582814437874925793?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/1582814437874925793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=1582814437874925793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1582814437874925793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1582814437874925793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-usual.html' title='As Usual...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2755301613230218136</id><published>2008-10-22T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:53:41.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today's Emmas' Birthday!! Believe it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2755301613230218136?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2755301613230218136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2755301613230218136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2755301613230218136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2755301613230218136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-6436640013808420353</id><published>2008-10-18T10:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:40:37.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bad World</title><content type='html'>Well, my piano concert went well. My hands were so shaky though. Shelly, Zach and Morgan came, and Grace's grandparents came. I did my 2 songs, then at the end, Grace and I did Colors of the Wind together. She sang and I accompanied her. My mom and Grace's mom were tearing up. Hah, saps. ;P  I got back to my seat and Zach made fun of me because he could see my hands shaking, it was crazy. But funny. Then afterwards, Hannah, Morgan, Zach and I went to Culver's. Yum ^_^ &lt;div&gt;Well, this weekend has been good too. I've watched Aladdin probably 5 times, I've got it memorized. I've come to a conclusion too, I love that movie!! Aladdin and Peter Pan are like the best Disney movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, we are going to the pumpkin patch by our house. It's called "Borzinskys" Or something, it's pronounced Bor-Zin-Skies(as in ski, not sky)- so I don't know how you spell it. They have the best caramel apples! They have tubs of like 5 different types of apples, then you can get the apple on a stick or they will core it for you, then its covered in caramel, then they have tubs of toppings. Oreos, M&amp;amp;M's, sprinkles, etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*P.S. My title is the first song on my new album by the Plain White T's. I love it, you should definatley buy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-6436640013808420353?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/6436640013808420353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=6436640013808420353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6436640013808420353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6436640013808420353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-bad-world.html' title='Big Bad World'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-5774718930065624183</id><published>2008-10-16T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:22:21.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah!</title><content type='html'>Going to my piano recital, Wish me luck!!! xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-5774718930065624183?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/5774718930065624183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=5774718930065624183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5774718930065624183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5774718930065624183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah.html' title='Ah!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-9221352423249800569</id><published>2008-10-14T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:16:34.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am talking to Katy.</title><content type='html'>That was my reply to Mr. Moran today in class. Haha. I was sitting by my friend Katy, and we were quietly talking about something, and Mr. Moran screams "What are you doing?!?!" And I answer in a cheerful voice, like nothing is wrong and say "I am talking to Katy" And smile, then Mr. Moran goes "Oh, okay" Haha. I love it when I answer in a happy voice, then people don't have a response. I did that to my mom today. She comes in the room when I'm on the computer and screams "What are you doing?!" and I say "I am checking my blog. What are you doing?! :)" She couldn't reply. Hah. Well, this week has been pretty good. Monday I had a field trip. We went to the Marcus Theater of Performing Arts and saw 5 20 minute skits. VERY BORING! It was the same 4 actors for all the plays. And the first play was "The Tell-Tale Heart" and so, we saw the guy killing the old man. Then in the last play, he was a cowboy. It was almost impossible to change my perspective of him though, from an insane murderer to a cowboy chewing on straw. It didn't work out right... So it was kind of funny. Then today, nobody felt like doing anything because yesterday we were gone all day, and tomorrow we have half  a day. YAY ^_^  Highschoolers have the whole day off :P  So today, Zach was bragging about it. I threw a huge pile of leaves at him. :) Haha, I just remember something. Yesterday, we went to the new Target Greatland or whatever that just opened by our house with Shelly and Zach. And as we were checking out, Shelly told me to smell the new cologne Zach was buying. But I couldn't smell it, so I sprayed alot of it all over my body. Then I ran a circle around Zach and said "Do I smell good? I smell like you!" Then he said "Do you like it?" and I go "Of Course, thats why I sprayed it all over myself" Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm pretty bored. School is still super easy. OH! But I loved being an OWL. I get to go back to my 6th grade english class. It's funny because the desks are the exact same they were when I was there, so I immediatley see all my friends, I remember good memories, I remember learning. I remember sitting on the floor, because my chair was never comfortable. I wish I could go back to 6th grade, everyone was so innocent, so un-stereotyped. Everyone was still themselves from elementary school. Now I look at everyone, everyone has changed SOO much, it's crazy. I look at friends I used to hang out with, and see how snobby they have become. I see people who were "cool" in elementary school, and now are complete nerds. O_o How do you do that? Uh, I cannot wait until highschool. It's crazy. Thats all I think about anymore.... I just wish I was there. I hate my school so much. It's the school, like I love my friends, I just hate the school. The assistant principal, the teachers, the atmosphere. It's just, ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, on a happier note.... well, I said my happier note earlier. That's about all the news for now. I'll probably post Friday or Saturday. Bye(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-9221352423249800569?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/9221352423249800569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=9221352423249800569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/9221352423249800569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/9221352423249800569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-talking-to-katy.html' title='I am talking to Katy.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-6531777584539667417</id><published>2008-10-11T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:32:49.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO.</title><content type='html'>It's officially another weekend, here. This week went pretty fast unusually O_o. I think it was cos everybody, the whole week, was in a good mood. That just makes everything better. This coming Monday, we are going on a field trip, so that's a plus. But we have to watch the play "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe, which is really disturbing, as I might have mentioned before. Yuck. It's basically a petty field trip because the teachers feel we need a trip. All it is is seeing a bunch of skits at an opera house or something.... then getting McDonald's for lunch. Whoooo, not very exciting. But oh well, it's a day less of learning ;) Then also, Monday I start OWLing. Haha. I'm an owl :D It's an Older Wiser Learner. There's like 30 8th graders that got picked to be them, it's tutoring 6th and 7th graders. I got assigned to the house I was in in 6th grade, so I get to see all my old teachers :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I went to the Bradford homecoming football game with Zach, then when we got there, we met up with Bryan and his girlfriend. I have to say, it was more fun than I expected... except I forgot my contacts. xP How pathetic is that!?! Bryan was making fun of me saying "Oh I can't see, but I don't remember my contacts" laughing. :P He wears contacts too, that's why I think it was funnier to him. But Bradford won :) Like 46 to 24 or something. Hehe. I was so tired thoughh. Oh well. I had fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we are practically giving the house a makeover, we are cleaning EVERYTHING. Right now, it's 11:30, we've been cleaning since 9:30, straight, no breaks. But my cleaning is done.! YAY! But then after lunch, we are going to Gurnee Mills with Shelly Zach and Morgan. Then going to Outback for dinner. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm....... I'm gonna go. Adios.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-6531777584539667417?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/6531777584539667417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=6531777584539667417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6531777584539667417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6531777584539667417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title='SO.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-1260529545384607292</id><published>2008-10-05T14:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:44:38.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend.</title><content type='html'>This weekend was pretty good :) So I figured I would write about it. So Friday, I got home, and my mom and Shelly were working the garage sale we had this weekend. I guess it was fine? Haha, this time, we didn't make much money... oh well. Then they closed up when me and Zach got home, and we went out to dinner with them. Then we went to their house afterwards.  Then Saturday we all worked the garage sale.   Haha, well actually me and Zach stayed inside the whole time watching movies while our moms worked the garage sale... But we helped a little. ;) Then around 3, me, my mom, dad and Hannah left for the playoffs at Miller Park. They won!! :DD Unfortunatley, I think that's the only game they will win. I'm watching the game right now, and its 6 to 1, Brauns batting with Cameron on 3rd. Brewer's losing. Eh. Atleast we saw their winning game :)  OOHHH!!! AND CAMERON JUST SCORED!!! WHOOOO. Haha, Braun hit it deep left field. Yay ^_^  Then I got a new t-shirt. I got... of course, Ryan Braun. :) I have a Hardy shirt, but Brauns just too darn good, and good looking ;) to not have his shirt. And we also got a baseball with Brauns signature on it, and his picture. And my mom got a Wildcard shirt. And we got Zach a Brewer's WildCard Pennat.  Hm, that was my Saturday. Today, we went out to breakfast, and around 3:30 me and Zach are going to see Eagle Eye. :O It looks really good. It's with Shia LeBoufe or however you spell his name, hah. Supposedly he gets mysterious phone calls from somebody threatening the lives of him and his family and friends. I'll tell my review when I get back.  Today's a pretty crappy day. Grey and rainy, and I have a headache. Oh well.&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;Kay, now it's later, I just don't wanna make a new post. So I went to see the movie Eagle Eye. I found it pretty good. It was very intense. And there was alot of the "S" word. Anyways, within the first 10 minutes of the movie, I was tearing up.... I won't give anything away, just that. The reviews gave it an average 3 out of 5 stars. That's probably what I would give it too. I only jumped once too :D That's shocking for me, in an intense movie. It was a part that wasn't expected, and I jumped and grabbed Zach's arm. And I think I almost fell asleep a few times. I was sooo tired, I still am. But some noise would always grab my attention. I thought that the movie was so different than what I thought Shia LaBeouf would do, but I like variety. Some parts of it were like duh! But literally, there was like no laughing. It was so serious. Occasionally a guy would make a joke, you would laugh once, then it would be serious again.  But I liked it. :)&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Oh my gosh guys. Emma is too funny. I mean... Santa is. He says elve's would beat a wrestler and the Easter bunny in a fight because they are all jacked up on maple syrup. I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING.&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/296987345715219891-1260529545384607292?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/1260529545384607292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=1260529545384607292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1260529545384607292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/1260529545384607292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-866124886258597338</id><published>2008-10-03T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:41:14.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New quote.</title><content type='html'>I think I found my new favorite quote:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-866124886258597338?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/866124886258597338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=866124886258597338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/866124886258597338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/866124886258597338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-quote.html' title='New quote.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-106527667977439487</id><published>2008-09-28T15:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:41:43.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n3lzO3hI/AAAAAAAAALw/cJMEjbKYo7g/s1600-h/100_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n3lzO3hI/AAAAAAAAALw/cJMEjbKYo7g/s200/100_0517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251170632763104786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n39VUpTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pyZfVskYLnk/s1600-h/100_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n39VUpTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pyZfVskYLnk/s200/100_0521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251170639080105266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n4haon3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/hu6u-ZV7uAw/s1600-h/100_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n4haon3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/hu6u-ZV7uAw/s200/100_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251170648766062450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n4i0enKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/j4dDn3SSKDo/s1600-h/100_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n4i0enKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/j4dDn3SSKDo/s200/100_0546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251170649142893730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n5ZKjh-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8N9PtL_T3g0/s1600-h/100_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n5ZKjh-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8N9PtL_T3g0/s200/100_0553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251170663731005410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally found the cord for my camera.... it was lost, again. ;) But yeah, here's the pictures I took at Hannah's birthday party.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last picture, from left to right is Brianna's feet, mine, then Zachs. Haha, Brianna took it.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-106527667977439487?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/106527667977439487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=106527667977439487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/106527667977439487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/106527667977439487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/SN_n3lzO3hI/AAAAAAAAALw/cJMEjbKYo7g/s72-c/100_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-5616156485123225220</id><published>2008-09-27T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:23:08.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridesmaid 5-8-04</title><content type='html'>So, about my title. I really couldn't think of one, so I looked down and saw the bracelete that I wear everyday. The one all us nieces and nephew* got from Aunt Katie's wedding. I saw the charm inscribed "Bridesmaid 5-8-04" with little wedding bells on it, and thought, "That's it"  I'm really sad though. The charms are wearing off. The bridesmaid is blurry, the blue heart has a white scratch across it, and my mickey mouse charm already lost one ear.  Oh well, you can tell it's gone to good use :) The funny thing is, I feel different when I forget it one day. Like Thursday I forgot it because it fell behind my bed, and the whole day at school I felt kind of just, bummed. Same with my friendship bracelet me and Grace both have. It's a little cheapy bracelet with wooden beads on it, that we got from Action Territory (haha), but we made them our friendship braceletes. They were the last 2... so it kind of fit. Then we went back to her house, and got some weird book on curses and myths and stuff, and it said the true friendship bracelet should be covered in rose oil and while doing this, we had to have 4 candles lit, and no other lights on. We covered the other ones bracelet, then gave it back. And we swore we would wear it everyday, on our left hand only. I don't know, something she thought of. But's it's fun. I see it, and think "Grace" . ... What would Grace do in this situation, call Grace, I miss Grace. Anything. You know, we haven't seen eachother in almost a YEAR!!! And yet we live 15 minutes away from eachother. Last time we saw eachother was our last piano recital, back in October '07.  Too longg. This year at our piano recital, we are doing a duet together. We are doing Colors of the Wind from Pocahontas, and I'm playing piano, she's gonna sing. It should be fun :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today is Hannahs birhday party (my little sister). She turns 5 Monday. She's really excited. Our house is covered in pink and yellow. The theme is Spongebob, so pink for patrick, yellow for spongebob. I didn't get it until half way through decorating. ;)  The party should be fun. Our ex-neighbors the Shane's are coming, so Hannah's friend Benjamin, and Andrew Brianna and Joseph are coming too. Zach and Morgan and Shelly. Then some people from my dad's work. And our neighbors Ben and Lucy and their 3 kids, Tyler, Baylor, and CJ.  Eh, we'll see how this goes. Morgan, Baylor and Hannah tend to fight mostly any minute they are together... Its funny because they can play so nice together, they can be silent, then Morgan's brags about how she can do something better than Hannah or just do something Hannah can't because Morgan is 7 and Hannah is 4, well, almost 5. That's gets Hannah heated, then she fights back. Then they come running to the mom's. Morgan usually crying, and Hannah throwing a fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I forgot, in English, we have been studying Edgar Allan Poe, and let me say, he disturbs me.... alot. We read "The Tell-Tale Heart" which is about a guy who kills an old man because of his "vulturous" eye. How creepy is that??? Then we had to watch it. And we had to see the guy cutting off the old guys arms. EWW!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Kodak Moments :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-5616156485123225220?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/5616156485123225220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=5616156485123225220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5616156485123225220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/5616156485123225220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/bridesmaid-5-8-04.html' title='Bridesmaid 5-8-04'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3083531794119042269</id><published>2008-09-24T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:26:31.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Guys(:</title><content type='html'>Hah, my title is like my new favorite phrase to say. I walk into every class and scream "Hi guys!" :) Haha, it kind of gets me motivated to start. Anyways... like my new headline?  It's an inside joke. John thought of it for me. Isn't he nice? Sorry John, if you don't like it, tell me and I'll change it.  Or you know, you can do what we talked about. Just get your revenge somehow. I'll accept it ;)  Or I can just come to San Fransisco?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, today was pretty good. I really like Mr. Moran, he knows how to make me laugh. Like today in advisory  I walked in and said "Kayla" then put 2 fingers up, like the peace sign, or like the number 2, and I didn't know what he was doing, So I said "two?" and he just kept doing that... so then I did it, and he said "Yeah." Haha, then went back to work. I was like "okay?" eh, but his class is REALLY boring. I found myself staring at the red hand going around the clock for the last 10 minutes of class. Whooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I found this and love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_zK2apRHI4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_zK2apRHI4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3083531794119042269?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3083531794119042269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3083531794119042269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3083531794119042269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3083531794119042269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-guys.html' title='Hi Guys(:'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4376313026423955012</id><published>2008-09-23T19:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:08:43.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My autumn test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Autumn Test Results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theautumnquiz/autumn.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a energetic, warm, optimistic person. You approach everything with a lot of enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are happiest, you are calm. You appreciate tradition and family. You enjoy feeling cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be afraid of change. You are never ready for things to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find novelty to be the most comforting thing in the world. You love anything that's new or unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal day is spontaneous and surprising. You like to play things by ear, and you always end up doing something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to live in the moment. You enjoy whatever is going on, and you don't obsess over the past or future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/theautumnquiz/"&gt;The Autumn Test&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/296987345715219891-4376313026423955012?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4376313026423955012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4376313026423955012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4376313026423955012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4376313026423955012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-autumn-test.html' title='My autumn test'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3296576965360467108</id><published>2008-09-22T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:20:00.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitecaps Crash.</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure some of you heard about the helicopter crash in Kenosha early Sunday morning... and if you didn't, well there was. ;)  It was only 2 blocks away from our house. It was 5:30 Sunday morning, and a man and his finacee` were coming home from a trip to Indiana. It was REALLY foggy that morning. Like so foggy we couldn't see Shelly's house. But they were coming home, and they couldn't see. And the helicopter flew sideways into a house, splitting it completely in half. The 2 in the helicopter died, but the family in the house managed to get out. Parents were on one side of the house and the 3 kids were on the other side. Somehow avoiding the helicopter. The kids were 2, 6, and 9. And the house the helicopter crashed into is right across the street from the Elementary School, so its kind of scary for those kids. It was on the front page of the newspaper this morning... and it's all over the news. It was on the t.v., on all the news websites. A bunch of news people were driving up and down our street yesterday. Chicago was up, Milwaukee came down, a bunch of other people were here too. It was crazy. Helicopter pieces are all up and down the street, in the neighbors yard... The house has to be torn down, there is NO way to repair it. &lt;div&gt;This is the second air crash we've seen in whitecaps since we've lived here... 10 years.  One summer, when I was probably in 2nd or 3rd grade, we were at the Moore's house (our neighbors down the street). And we were in their backyard, having a party with a bunch of other people, and out of nowhere a plane came crashing down into, what was then, the field behind our house. Now it is a bunch of houses, but it was just a mud and grass field. We used to play around back there. Go sledding, run around, play hide and seek, we'd find jewels, bottle caps. It was fun. I remember seeing that plane come down though. It was so frightening. The guy flying the plane lost both arms and both legs, and broke a bunch of ribs and stuff. Scary stuff man. So my dads whole life, living in Waukegan, right by an airport, he never saw any crashes. Now, 10 years living here, not by a big airport, we've seen 2. O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some links to some websites about the crash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-kenosha-crash-22-sep22,0,2704368.story"&gt;Link 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todaystmj4.com/news/local/28940929.html"&gt;Link 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3296576965360467108?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3296576965360467108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3296576965360467108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3296576965360467108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3296576965360467108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/whitecaps-crash.html' title='Whitecaps Crash.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-3213951929771071769</id><published>2008-09-21T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:47:56.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haha, so I was roaming yahoo on a bored Sunday morning, and I found this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://video.yahoo.com/watch/3210988/9078904&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should watch it. I love it. It's adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-3213951929771071769?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/3213951929771071769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3213951929771071769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3213951929771071769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/3213951929771071769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2224697461475150083</id><published>2008-09-21T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:45:52.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2224697461475150083?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2224697461475150083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2224697461475150083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2224697461475150083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2224697461475150083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-6581104817443417500</id><published>2008-09-17T17:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:40:28.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100.</title><content type='html'>Well, this is officially my 100th post. But that's not the reason I'm posting this. I was hoping I'd get a happy 100th post, but I came to write out this post, when I realized it was my 100th.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Worst Dream Ever Here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was somewhere, not sure. The setting is never really certain in my dreams. But I got a phone call, and it was Aunt Katie. She was still alive!!! She was still in Romania. So then I get all happy. I feel PERFECT! My life is great. Then like, the next day, she dies.  And that just makes me WAYYY more depressed than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How depressing is that? So I woke up, and was just kinda down all day. I saw my friends while driving around White Caps with Shelly, and just didn't feel like hanging out with them. Arg. Arg. Arg. Arg.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my unconscience is getting me happy, and trying to help me. Then my self-conscience annoying self comes along and bursts my bubble, reminding me it's not possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-6581104817443417500?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/6581104817443417500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=6581104817443417500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6581104817443417500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6581104817443417500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/100.html' title='100.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-6496464513546444494</id><published>2008-09-15T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:24:22.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yost is toast</title><content type='html'>For the Brewer's. Haha, I love that headline.  But OH MY GOSH! The Brewer's fired Ned Yost!! I never really liked him anyways, but shocking.... He always seemed kinda mad, or like the Brewer's should always be playing better, no matter how well they were doing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well in other news, my french teacher called my house AGAIN! Today right before we were leaving to go to dinner, she called and said "Do you know if Kayla is still in French?" and my mom is like "No, we talked to the dean. She said Kayla is out" in like an angry/annoyed voice. Then the teacher is like "Ok." and as my mom was going to hang up I yelled "I don't like you" :) But I don't think she heard me. My mom laughed. Tomorrow I'm gonna talk to the dean, and to the french teacher. Be like "Stop calling my house!" Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is, surprisingly, going great. I actually like going. Lunch has to be my favorite. Our lunch table does not stop laughing. And it's great, because I haven't laughed like that in sooo long, and it feels great to. Then today my friend tripped on the stairs and fell on me. We both had to stay still for a minute, in order not to pee our pants from laughing so hard. It was hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all the news for today. Thank you, and have a great day. (I'm a news cast reporter today(: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-6496464513546444494?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/6496464513546444494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=6496464513546444494&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6496464513546444494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/6496464513546444494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/yost-is-toast.html' title='Yost is toast'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-2523236232201196658</id><published>2008-09-11T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:42:41.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*#@!</title><content type='html'>I really hate my french teacher. Last night she called me house saying I've been truant 5 times to her class! I've only gone to school 5 days! And I went last Tuesday and Wednesday. Was absent Thursday and Friday, then Monday I told her I wasn't going to be there because I had alot of work to catch up on. Then Monday night, my mom called and got me out. &lt;div&gt;So today, Mrs. Riedlinger (the dean of students) pulled me aside and asked me "Where have you been going 10th period?" and I said "Mr. Morans" and she told me I was supposed to be in french. I told her my mom got me out, and she said she was going to tell her that and get rid of all my truancies. Haha. WHOO!  Apparently she likes me better this year :) Last year, she HATED me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today was pretty good. I guess Angelica was serious when she said she wasn't mad at me. Because today in choir, when the rest of the class was up putting their music away, neither of us had music, and she came up and stood in front me just smiling. Then she waved and I waved. Then she started talking to me. Haha. I don't know about people these days. O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-2523236232201196658?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/2523236232201196658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=2523236232201196658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2523236232201196658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/2523236232201196658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_11.html' title='*#@!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7744532410794362236</id><published>2008-09-08T16:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:06:19.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>So today, I realized something. I REALLY flipping love my teachers. I have the best feeling that this year is going to be amazing. &lt;div&gt;But I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to/am going to drop out of French. The teacher is the biggest meanie ever. Today, I had ALOT of stuff to makeup and everything, and I had to do it during advisory, because we can't take the books home, and everything was from the books, and in class we were busy. So I asked Mr. Moran if I could stay in his advisory to work on everything and he said that would be good to do, but he told me just to tell the french teacher I would miss JUST today. So my friend and I went down there, because she was going to help me in the house, and I told the teacher this. "Mrs. Towers, Mr. Moran said I should stay up in his room and work on all the stuff that I'm missing from Thursday and Friday, but I'm coming back to class tomorrow." And she started YELLING at me. Like seriously. People in the hall could hear her. She's like "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a highschool class. You signed up for it. You commited to it. Blah Blah Blah.&lt;/span&gt;" and she kept yelling for like 3 minutes straight until I looked at her like "Uh, EXCUSE ME?!?!" Then she said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You go back to your class and get your stuff and get back down here."&lt;/span&gt; I was like "Well, uh, I have alot of stuff I have to make up, and I can't bring the books home or anything." And she's like "Do it during lunch then!" So then we left, and my friend is like "She had no reason to yell at you like that!" And I'm like "I know!" Then I never went back. :) I stayed in Mr. Moran's. Now my mom says I can drop out, because that's bogus, and I don't get yelled at for no reason, especially by someone I don't know. So yepp, that was my advisory. I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Moran was so funny too. In advisory he started singing "Kayla. Ka Ka Ka Ka KAYLA!" Like that song that goes "Lola...." er whatever. Haha, he always starts singing old songs. But he's REALLY extremely nice. Like today, he gave me the quiz that I missed, and after I tried doing it, I was like "I don't get this." And he's like "Oh you weren't here for the movie were you? I'll just give you a pass on this. Don't worry." And all my other teachers were extremely nice about it. Today in english, we had a test on like nouns and verbs and everything. I told her I was gone, and she said I could either take it today, or tomorrow. I decided I'd take it today. And she told me that if I did bad, she would let me re-take it. And in Math, she pulled me aside right away and gave me everything I missed, got me my book and everything. In science I didn't really miss anything, so there wasn't anything, but Mr. Plowe did ask if I was feeling better, and he was glad I was back. :) They are all so caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also realized, I'm so much nicer this year.  Strange right? Haha. JUST KIDDING. It's not strange at all to me. Like today, we got to work in partners, and my friend and I were working by this girl who really doesn't talk much, and doesn't have too many friends. And after a few words, I asked her to join us. I felt so good. I know it's nothing big to others, but I admit it, that's something I would have never done last year. And I'm ashamed of that. I'm trying so hard to change my ways. And to change what people think of me. Like my teachers from last year, know that I'm nothing like those other girls... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; atleast they know ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, that's about it. Today in choir we listened to the recording we made last year, that we won with :) And we got our seating chart. I sit by 2 of my friends :D I love Mrs. Smith, but not so much choir. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7744532410794362236?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7744532410794362236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7744532410794362236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7744532410794362236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7744532410794362236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-9107180326138609957</id><published>2008-09-07T12:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:26:59.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Competition</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to write about this! But on the first day of school, when we went to choir, our teacher told us that we had been chosen as one of the 3 best choirs in Wisconsin. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of last year, we made a professional CD to send in, because we are our teachers best group she's ever had, and we wouldn't find out until this year. And finally we found out. We are going to competition January 15. It's a 2 night field trip to Eau Claire, like 4 hours away :) She said we are going to work our butts off, then take a break. We almost got this in 6th grade, but we were not great yet. And now, we are the first middle school to go in our school district. And! This competition is for choirs Kindergarten through college. And the CD they got was 7th grade! Whoooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find this totally amazing from us. Because at the beginning through middle of 6th grade, we were BAD! Like we were getting in trouble everyday, our counselor had to come in to lecture us. Haha. Now our teacher always tells us how proud she is that we turned ourselves back on the right path, because even though we were bad, she knew that we were a great choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeahh, I can't believe I forgot that. But because of the cost of that, we won't get to go to Chicago for a day like we usually do. We get coach buses and everything for the Eau Claire trip :D I'm so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-9107180326138609957?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/9107180326138609957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=9107180326138609957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/9107180326138609957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/9107180326138609957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/choir-competition.html' title='Choir Competition'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-266164717041002671</id><published>2008-09-06T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:43:43.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>The game last night was pretty awesome. We went into the 12th inning. I was pretty bored like the 9th and 10th innings, but then my tylenol kicked in, haha. Then I got hyper, and was forcing Zach to dance to the music. Yeah, he ended up coming, my dad pooped out. This time though, we knew that there was no McDonald's, so we didn't go looking for it. But I almost wasn't allowed back in when we went to get cashews for my mom and Cindi and Dan. On the level we were on, they check your tickets at every door, and I didn't have mine. My mom took it so I didn't loose it. Haha. But the guy heard us talking about it before we got to the door, and let me in(:  &lt;div&gt;It was funny, in the left field, there is a circle of dead grass. It's where Braun stands all the time. So this time, he was standing a little off, hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say, I love baseball games! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-266164717041002671?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/266164717041002671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=266164717041002671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/266164717041002671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/266164717041002671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/baseball-game.html' title='Baseball Game'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4985795931012330362</id><published>2008-09-05T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:26:03.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8th grade start off</title><content type='html'>Well, today I'm home sick for the second day in a row. I lost my voice, I have a sinus infection and an ear ache. So last night, we went to the walk in clinic, I think that place is so bogus. We waited for a half an hour IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM, then once the doctor finally came in, he was in and out in less than a minute. HOW ANNOYING! I'm like "You couldn't do that before we waited so long??? I'm sure you had a minute where you were just sitting around, and could have been helping me." I was so mad, I like didn't smile or say anything to anybody. And the guy is like "So what's wrong with you today?" and I replied "Uh, I'm sick." Thinking... "DUH! I thought you were the smart one here" Haha, oh yeahh, I have an attitude if I want to(:   Hah, and usually when you go to the walk in clinic, they bring you to like a room that looks like an office, but this time they brought me to this ER room with a stretcher and a monitor and everything and a bunch of needles and ewwww. I was like "Gee thanks. This makes me feel better" Then a bunch of male doctors were walking around and I found it funny how they all look so tough, but are wearing crocs and purple scrubs. Not to offend anybody. it's just like I picture my dad or somebody in that, and laugh. But then so the "Dr." walks in, says Whats wrong, I reply like a typical non-patient 13 year old, I say I have green snot... which is lovely may I add, he says "You have a sinus infection. THATS IT. It's like, Uh I could have figured that out, and I just started 8th grade, didn't you pay a bunch of money to learn that? Then some nurse walks in gives me a piece of paper and bye. Arg, I hate hospitals. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, tonight we are going to a Brewer's Game with my parents friends Cindi and Dan, and possibly Zach is coming, not sure yet though. He's in school, haha. Nah, I actually like school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4985795931012330362?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4985795931012330362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4985795931012330362&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4985795931012330362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4985795931012330362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/8th-grade-start-off.html' title='8th grade start off'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7009150934638983274</id><published>2008-09-03T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:56:45.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical-ness</title><content type='html'>Of course, second day of school, I'm sick.  Runny, stuffy nose. Red tonsels, that hurt! Watery eyes, and I'm just so tired! I'm like run down, pooped.  Today, we did nothing! Once again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In math we played Heads up 7 Up. Haha, real original. Science, I guess we kinda did. We studied observations, and we had to explain a pencil and a badmitton racket as descriptive as possible. English was stupid. We drew symbols representing us.... BORING. Social Studies we took a test. Haha, just what we all want to do now. It was on our states, that we know by now. Blah. Like, I memorized all them in 5th grade, we learn EVERY SINGLE YEAR. And we are taking a test in english tomorrow. Whoo. I love it. Oh well.  I have to say, lunch has been the best! I haven't laughed that hard in a REALLY LONG time. But lunch right now is all screwed up. They changed lunch, so now we have 4 lunch periods. 6th grade is all together and is 11:30 - 11:55. Then 2 7th grade houses go together from 12 - 12:30. Then 2 8th grade houses go together (Us, and Mohican) from 12:35 - 1:00. Then 1 7th grade house and 1 8th grade house go together from 1:10-1:40.  On wednesdays, my lunch is 10 minutes shorter than all the others. NO FAIR! My mom is like "That's not right!" And the lunch before us is always behind, so today we didn't go to lunch until 12:30 and we were back in the room by 12:50. That's NOT enough time. They had to split up 7th grade because it is WAY too big this year and can't fit all those kids. They have atleast 34 kids in everyclass. That is not good. Our building is only fit to hold 800 kids, and we have over 1000. Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7009150934638983274?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7009150934638983274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7009150934638983274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7009150934638983274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7009150934638983274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/typical-ness.html' title='Typical-ness'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-4162163099150837808</id><published>2008-09-02T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:35:25.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day, outta the way</title><content type='html'>My first day is over, officially, i'm an 8th grader :) It finally feels like it. We got out lanyards and ids, and let me say, they are hidious! They are BRIGHT yellow, that goes with like nothing! Haha, oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made quite a few new friends today :)  And my one friend in my class, her name is Kathryn, and goes by Katie. I feel alot better being out of that group too. I have alot more confidence and blah blah blah. They are really strict this year, seriously. ALOT. Like our shirts MUST be covering our collar bones, or we are in trouble. Today my friend Katie (not the Kathryn Katie, a different Katie) got in trouble, and her shirt was made as a rounded collar shirt, it was just stretched out a little. CRAZY! And if you get sent to the OC just one time, you get a referral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all my classes are good. All my teachers let us chew gum, as long as we aren't like obnoxious with it, snapping it our chewing with our mouths wide open. My social studies teacher, Mr. Moran was apparently in the Vietnam War, and like everything he talks about brings up a story of his from the war, so then of course he has to talk about it. And he talks all in monotone, so its REALLY boring. Gosh, I think he told us atleast 3 or 4 stories just today! Ah. In english, we did a little "get to know you" game. And one girl said she went mountain hiking over the summer and the first thing she says is "And I saw a bear!" and the teacher and her kept going on about how scary it sounds, and how scary it was and whatever. I just sunk down, and looked around. My math teacher just graduated in May, and shes a girly girl who thinks shes all that. My science teacher is my favorite. Mr. Plowe. He's really cool. He was reading us the rules (for the 2nd out of the 4 times we heard them today) and he read off "No gum chewing" then started chewing his gum with his mouth wide open on purpose, teasing us. Then he said "Nah just kidding, I'm not big on that one" :) Haha. He kept making jokes the whole class, getting us in the mood for school. He's a Brewers fan too!! :D Him and my english teacher are. My french 101 class, is going to suck. I have all 3 girls that I"m not friends with anymore in it, and I sit by one. But whatever, she'll get over it (: They all kept looking at me, then I told my friend and I'm like "They look at me 'cuz I'm pretty :)" Ah,  I had a pretty great first day overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-4162163099150837808?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/4162163099150837808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=4162163099150837808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4162163099150837808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/4162163099150837808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-outta-way.html' title='First day, outta the way'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891.post-7989804309997808795</id><published>2008-09-01T18:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:23:30.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Home! I'm home. Can't say I'm glad to be home, but I'm here, in Kenosha, once again. &lt;div&gt;Disney was..... good. For me, it wasn't "magical", but it was good to get away. I got to ride my favorite ride 4 times :) The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror :o  It's my all time favoritee. You sit in an "elevator" with 20 other people, with nothing but a seatbelt, and you go up 13 stories and drop straight down at random. Then you go ALL the way up, and a window opens up and you stop for a second and you can see the whole park, then when you drop, it takes your picture. We got Hannah to go on it with all of us, and we got our picture. It's pretty awesome. We got the front row too(: And my mom and I have our hands up in the air, my dad is laughing looking at Hannah and this is the funniest, Hannah's face is totally mellow. As if we weren't dropping or anything, just like she was in an elevator. And all the other people in the elevator are screaming and laughing. It's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also stayed and watched "Spectro Magic" at Magic Kingdom. It was at 9, it was a parade all lit up. We  got alot of pictures. That WAS "magical".  What I loved most about it, was how nice people are there, and they are all in good moods. And whenever you check out of a store or anything, they say "You have a magical day" I love it. Hannah and I saw Pluto, Pooh, Eeyore, Tigger, and Piglet. And we had breakfast with Pooh, Tigger, Mary Poppins, Alice in Wonderland and the Mad Hatter. He was my favorite. He gave me a lesson on gravity. He kept making me stand up, then sit down.... about 7 times. And the first time he told me to sit down, I looked at him, like "uhh, you're going to pull the chair out" and apparently he got my look, because then he said "I'm not going to do it, I promise!" Then Alice came over and he made me show her. Then he's like "See, it's easier to sit down, than to stand up, right? All thanks to gravity." Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But also, I found some of Disney hard for me. Like, we did Splash Mountain, and that of course is all about Brer Rabbit. It's a water ride, where you go through whatever land that is, and then you plunge down a 50 foot drop into the Briar Patch. But um, through out the ride, it has Brer Fox and... Brer Bear. I always found myself looking the other way at those parts. No matter how "funny" it was, I couldn't look. Also, when we were in line to see Winnie the Pooh, he had to go "get some hunny" and Hannah asked my mom, "Why does he have to get hunny" and my mom replied "So he stays happy. Otherwise - nevermind, I'm going to stop there" and that kind of ruined the moment of hugging Pooh for me. But Eeyore was good, he's my favorite :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, these are all the rides we rode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magic Kingdom - Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, Big Thunder Mountain, Haunted Mansion, Stitches Great Escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hollywood Studios - Tower of Terror, Rockin' Roller Coaster (starring Aerosmith), Muppet Vision 3-D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Epcot - Test Track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animal Kingdom - Expedition Everest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved it all, except Stitches Great Escape. You kept expecting something, and it was soo lame.&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;Ah, well, tomorrow, my first day of 8th grade. I'm SOOOOO not ready. I'm quite nervous, actually. I'll write about it tomorrow. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296987345715219891-7989804309997808795?l=itsallright2cry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/feeds/7989804309997808795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=7989804309997808795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7989804309997808795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296987345715219891/posts/default/7989804309997808795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallright2cry.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzZzrgAjbHE/S6aSnh-IejI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y0wG1tMeMNo/S220/25386_1232194926904_1290085652_30533687_389797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
