<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296987345715219891</id><updated>2009-12-30T13:25:14.352-06:00</updated><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'/><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=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14535599808500126363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=9054757659527567565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296987345715219891&amp;postID=3433575673441093353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03001010724860532406'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>