<?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-3890705518232900761</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:30:39.301-07:00</updated><category term='Confusion'/><category term='Growing Up'/><category term='Roommate'/><category term='College'/><category term='Prom'/><category term='Swings'/><category term='Dates'/><category term='Dinner'/><title type='text'>My Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>I like to talk, if you feel like listening stick around.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-9089699355881128055</id><published>2011-01-30T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:37:44.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...I have no excuse...</title><content type='html'>I have no good reason for never checking/updating my blog. Honestly, I just forget about it. I even have a tab at the top of my internet browser right between "Fanfiction" and "Neopets"...speaking of neopets, mine are probably starving :/. In any case, I just forget to update, or I "don't have time". Yada-yada, excuses, evasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First semester of college was bittersweet. I got over my fear of being a college student REAL QUICK when I realized that not only could I go to the bathroom whenever I wanted to, but also when I realized that I could spend two hours for lunch. I had time between classes, and I could nap or go places. I just LOVED having some time to myself after 12 years of being in class all day from 8-3:15 with only 30 minutes for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I also let the whole having time to myself thing get away from me. I slept, A LOT, as Margo will gladly testify. I think I just got carried away with the idea that I could nap in between classes, and once you nap that first week...it's all down hill from there! It was a surprise, to say the least, when I realized that I actually have to MANAGE my own time. I can't just drift around and HOPE that I magically FEEL like doing my homework.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized, that you actually have to STUDY for some of your classes in college. Something that (last semester) was still semi-foreign to my half-still-in-high-school mind. In high school, studying was something done so rarely, that it took me a while to realize that you can't always just cram for a test (that's not to say that you can't, but it's a lot easier to just study). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a kick in the butt when I saw my final grades. They weren't...awful. They weren't great either. Okay, they were kinda bad...2.2. I have NO IDEA what happened in my American History class. I worked REALLY hard, but it was such a difficult class! The weird thing is, I got B's on EVERYTHING, all semester. All except for the last paper ('C'). I must have REALLY bombed the final, but I felt like I did well, so I still don't know how I ended up with a 'D' in that class. The class average for my Psychology class was around a 'C' too, so I don't feel TOO bad for that one. Otherwise, I did okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, because I was so SHOCKED at how unspectacular my gradepoint was, I started this semester off with some serious mindset changes. I didn't nap the first week, which was actually really great! I was getting at least 6 hours of sleep (which, if you've ever just ADDED an hour of sleep time is GLORIOUS). I was finishing my homework when I had time, and as soon as I could. Plus, Margo and I have joined some workout classes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have this annoying bug, and I'm all behind again. Staying up late, taking naps...I'm falling back into that pattern already. I'm doing my best to get back on track, but it's hard to do when you don't feel good. I'm working on it, but I think I'm going to go to bed now so that I won't have to take a nap tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I'm going to TRY to start updating more frequently, but no promises. This is not exactly at the top of my priorities list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-9089699355881128055?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9089699355881128055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2011/01/soi-have-no-excuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/9089699355881128055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/9089699355881128055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2011/01/soi-have-no-excuse.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;So...I have no excuse...&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-6985437812301380255</id><published>2010-09-23T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:19:29.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College!!!</title><content type='html'>In case you've ever been told otherwise (which I doubt) that college is terrible, it's not. In fact, it kinda ROCKS! I love it so far. Even though I do feel a tad overwhelmed at times. On M,W,F I'm out of class for the rest of the day by 2PM and on Tue, Thur I'm done by 11AM. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm sitting in the lobby of our dorm listening to music, watching 'Friends', and chilling on the internet. I haven't brought myself to do my French homework yet. I just finished a thing of Doritos and now I'm too lazy to go get some water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attending four different churches...sort of. New Life &lt;3, Grace Pointe, Chi Alpha, and now Cru. I just went to Zumba for the first time. I've made some new friends too! Things are pretty great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-6985437812301380255?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6985437812301380255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/09/college.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/6985437812301380255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/6985437812301380255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/09/college.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;College!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-7558654818464341498</id><published>2010-05-23T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:20:41.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it like to be a high school graduate?</title><content type='html'>So, it's over. Graduation has come and gone, and I am finished with high school forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest. Feeling. In. My. Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been riding on this incredible wave of happy since I walked out of that tunnel, and I just seem to keep soaring. Until I remember the faces of the kids I may never see again. That sounded morbid, like they died and it's all over. What I mean is, I remember people that I know are leaving Conway, and I know our friendship isn't strong enough to try and continue long distance through college. They are just those lost friends that will remain faceless as I grow old and tell my potential children -or nieces and nephews- of my time in high school. "Then there was this one girl...what was her name? Oh, what was it?!...Well, anyway, there was this girl that always-". It's just weird, knowing that there are people that I've seen every day since the sixth grade, and I may never wave to them ever again. I feel a loss of familiarity and comfort that high school -weirdly enough- provided for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy though. I'm excited to start a new chapter in MY life. I'm ready to go to a school where the administration recognizes me as an adult, or at least recognizes that I have an opinion. I'm going somewhere where teachers like Mr. Terrell aren't a rarity. I get to start learning in a way that I'M excited about. That's awesome. I get to room with one of my two best friends, and I get to start trying to become an independent woman that can pay her own way. It's a transitional phase that I am excited to enter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't think it's hit me yet though. The weirdness is only semi-there. I think when college classes start in the fall, it'll really hit me that I'm DONE with high school forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some pretty cool stuff for graduation as well. One of which, is supplying this awesome blog entry. No, mom didn't buy me blogspot.com :P but, my grandparents, and my great aunts Glenda and Judy, all pitched in to buy me a brand new TOSHIBA. :) Mom and Larry are taking me to pick out a new phone sometime this week. I made about 420$ in money, and I got some giftcards too. I'm pretty stoked to go shopping for dorm stuff with Margo. I think I'm going to split it though. I'm going to save about 210$ (possibly a bit more) and keep it in savings until time to pay some money for my dorm. Dad's going to give me some more money about then to help me out. The rest I think though, will probably go towards buying stuff to go IN the dorm and other college things I'm going to need. :) I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I'm a high school graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-7558654818464341498?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7558654818464341498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-it-like-to-be-high-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/7558654818464341498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/7558654818464341498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-it-like-to-be-high-school.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;What&apos;s it like to be a high school graduate?&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-2773576605742554976</id><published>2010-05-17T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:42:20.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Prom, Dallas, and Graduation </title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I updated, Margo. Sorry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been up in the world of Kayla since NASCAR? Plenty. I've been super busy. I did the musical, Mark Wood Experience (Orchestra thing), One-Acts, One-Man-Show, AP Exams, Spring Concert (Orchestra again), and tons of other stuff. I've had tons to do. So, instead of having a billion word blog post, I'm going to leave those at that and talk about the three biggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom. Was super fun. Josh Smith asked me to go. We went in a group with Kevin Spatz and Marie Desrochers. We made a diagram of our plans, which were totally absurd, but it was fun. Then we actually followed the ones we could, and then skipped over the jetpacks and skydiving. We took pictures at Hendrix, ate food at Faby's, danced it out at Prom, hung out (AKA Josh played his guitar while Kevin and I played chess like a bunch of nerds :P) at Simon Park for a while, and then watched "GREASE" at Marie's house. I got home around 4:30-5:00. I had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the Dallas trip yesterday. We had fun. We got to see Hilary Hahn, and she was awesome. Then we had a really good time at Six Flags. Then we shopped it up at the Grapevine Mall. It was really fun, and I'm really glad I decided to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation hasn't happened yet, but the practice is tomorrow. I guess I can't really update on it, except to say, "I can't believe it's actually here". It snuck up on me. I tried to ignore it, couldn't stop thinking about it, and then suddenly it was here. Except, now I'm really excited. Sure, I'll miss the people I don't see anymore, and I'll be sad to see some of my friends go, but life will go on. I'll meet new people, and I get to keep my closest friends. I guess, I'm starting to realize that college will be great, and if I lose contact with people then that's how God meant for it to be. I guess we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-2773576605742554976?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2773576605742554976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/prom-dallas-and-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/2773576605742554976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/2773576605742554976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/05/prom-dallas-and-graduation.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt; Prom, Dallas, and Graduation &lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-8948043567860561630</id><published>2010-03-27T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:23:07.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'> *SIGH* NASCAR grandpa? Really? </title><content type='html'>So, I'm at my grandma and grandpa's house. I stayed the night last night and got to hang out with the twins. Faith decided that she wanted to sleep with me last night...so I spent the entire evening with a four-year-old heater on my arm. They're adorable though. Faith asked, "Why are you here? Is your mommy at work?" lol, and when I said no she asked, "So why are you at meme and grandpa's?". I said, "Because meme and grandpa are my granparents too." Faith-"Who are you're grandparents?" Me-"Meme and Grandpa." Faith-"What are their names?" Me (confused)-"Liz and John." Faith-"Your meme and grandpa are Liz and John?" Me-"Your meme is my meme too." Faith-"There are two memes?!" Kids are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista thinks that the Black Eyed Peas are saying "I'm a Bee" and not "Imma Be". Dad tried to explain it by saying, "They're not saying 'I'm a bee', it's like slang for 'I'm going to be' but they run it all together 'Imma be'." Her response? "I don't think so dad. It's 'I'm a bee'". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, grandpa's watching NASCAR (*rolls eyes*). It's so boring to me. It's always been that show that everyone watches at naptime, so I always get tired when it comes on. Ever since I was little, grandpa would turn on NASCAR and fall alseep in his chair. God forbid you touch the romote though. He'll wake up and snatch it from you with a glare in his eyes. If you've ever watched the 'Proud Family' on Disney, Penny's grandma would fall asleep with the TV on and once someone turned it off she would wake up immediately and say "Hey! I was watchin' that!". That woman is my grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what's going on in the world of Kayla today. We're just sitting around, watching NASCAR, and waiting for dad and his girlfriend to show up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-8948043567860561630?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8948043567860561630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh-nascar-grandpa-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8948043567860561630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8948043567860561630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh-nascar-grandpa-really.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt; *SIGH* NASCAR grandpa? Really? &lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-6366333828285708770</id><published>2010-03-24T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:31:57.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'> I'm Still ALIVE! </title><content type='html'>So, in case you all were wondering where I am (translation: in case you aren't Kenna and Margo), I've traveled to Oklahoma, the OK state, to see my dad for Spring Break! That is correct (I'm assuming you've asked a specific question here. A question I intend to answer), I DID in fact drive at least four hours by myself to get here. Yes, it is the farthest I've ever drivin out of Conway, and no I don't have any roadtrip driving experience. It was SO MUCH FUN. I really enjoyed it. It would have been more fun if I had a friend to talk to when jamming to my music got old (you wouldn't beleive it, but in a car, it can). Otherwise, I totally enjoyed it. I actually felt sort of free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm chillin' at the AMAZING LIBRARY in Tulsa. It's probably the best place to be on the entire planet. One day, if I decide to be a hobo, I might even move in to the parkinglot downstairs. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've only got 22 minutes left on this computer, so I'll talk to you guys in a while. Dad doesn't have wifi a his appartment, and I can't update until this weekend UNLESS 1. I come to the library again tomorrow, 2. I go to a coffee shop (there are like 14 hundred million here) or 3. My dad's girlfriend (whom I just met, and yes I do think it's a big deal that he introduced me since he's never introduced me to a girlfriend before and they've only been dating since New Years) has wifi at her place, because that's where we're staying the night tonight. That's right. She stayed at dads Monday night, and we're staying at her place tonight. He's also introducing her to my grandparents this weekend. Snap! Now I only have 19 minutes left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I don't get back to you online soon, just text me or wait until this weekend. Please text me if you want (not through Facebook cause it's annoying getting texts from it) 'cause during the afternoon dad's working and I don't have anyone to talk to without teh interwebs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-6366333828285708770?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6366333828285708770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-still-alive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/6366333828285708770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/6366333828285708770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-still-alive.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt; I&apos;m Still ALIVE! &lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-5545519803058901191</id><published>2010-03-14T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:59:01.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Up'/><title type='text'>Tink Better Find Me Quick!</title><content type='html'>Margo told me that I HAD to update because I haven't in like...3 weeks to a month. So here's a basic run-down of what's going down in Kayla-Land :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College-wise: I got accepted into all three colleges that I applied for (being UCA, UACCM, and University of the Ozarks). I did NOT get accepted into the Honors program, but was told that if I went to UCA and kept up a good GPA my freshman year, they would invite me in for my sophmore year. I had two college visits in a row (in two days though). In case you were wondering UCA, you're college tours suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UCA tour was really boring. Honestly, everyone on it was from Conway, and everyone in Conway has been to UCA fourteen-hundred-billion times. We were all bored out of our minds. The tour-guides paraded us around campus, pointed, and said "This is the ____ building. It's where the ____ program is located." while the rest of us talked and tried not to complain about our aching feet. What really got me excited about UCA was the writing program. Mom and I talked to one of the professors, and he was awesome. He gave us a ton of info on the program, gave me a copy of the Lit Mag, and was/got-me really excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ozarks tour was way better. They only had like 5 kids coming on a visit, and they had our names in the Lobby on a name-board-thing. I got a personalized program thing. We were all separated, got a campus walk, one on one time with some of the professors, and we even got to sit in on a class. The size of the campus was perfect, the campus was meticulously spotless, and the nature surrounding the campus was beautiful. I honestly loved the place. Unfortunately, the English program was lacking in comparison to UCA's and the school was SO FAR away from home. The real deciding factor though, was the cost. We simply can't afford it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be surprising to you, but I chose UCA. I LOVED Ozarks, and I will probably write them a letter, explaining that I simply couldn't afford it. It sucks though, because I really liked the people, the campus, and basically everything about it (despite the lack of creative writing program stuff). UCA will be cool though, and I already have a roommate, and she's pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomate stuff: Margo and I have decided to room together, and we hope to get a room in Conway Hall. We've already planned layout stuff, and we spent an entire afternoon discussing roomy stuff and making guidelines. I feel that we're fairly prepared to deal with a number of situations and occasions. I'm pretty stoked -and way less terrified- about college now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Stuff: Don't even ask. My grades...need some help. I'm gonna work on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Stuff: Musical rehearsal is keeping me pretty busy. I met a cute boy (he plays the guitar, LIKES to read, and goes to church at New Life). I went and saw "Alice in Wonderland" with Allison Taylor and loved it. I saw "Shutter Island" with Josh and LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are pretty hectic (but in a good way) right now. Things are wrapping up High-school-wise, and starting up adult-world-wise, which is both really exciting and extremely scary. I'm excited, but I have this huge ball of fear inside me and it's bouncing of the walls of my stomach uncomfortably. I'm sure things will turn out well, but I can't help myself. I honestly can't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that I'm about to be 18 in about 3 weeks AND I'm graduating from high school in about 2 months. It's all just so crazy, and moving so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tink better find me quick if she wants to catch me before I have to be a pirate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-5545519803058901191?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5545519803058901191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/tink-better-find-me-quick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/5545519803058901191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/5545519803058901191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/03/tink-better-find-me-quick.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Tink Better Find Me Quick!&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-6109189233624931883</id><published>2010-01-23T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:38:31.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appearantly...I'm an idiot.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm an idiot. My reasoning? I don't know how to NOT overload myself with stuff to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the chorus in the musical because I simply &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to be in my senior show. Now, I'm getting aggrevated, because I'm realizing just how busy I'm going to be because of it. They scheduled a rehearsal &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;! I'm not kidding. Usually, it's scheduled a few nights a week until just before the show. Not this year! I'm in the chorus, so I'm hoping it won't effect me as majorly, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One acts are starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra's Mark Wood Concert is rapidly approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honors College Due date is also just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church, and Church Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a job. Mom's orders. I have a prom dress, a senior trip, and orchestra trip, and college to start saving up for. Even if she didn't tell me to, I'd still have to, because I have to find a way to get all this money. No, drug selling and hooker-ing are not options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON a brighter note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have time to update right now! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I found like THE PERFECT prom dress today. Plus, I found a good pair of jeans. I also found a pair of cargo pants that actually fit me like I want, and weren't super expensive &lt;---Understatement of the year. (The were 5 dollars at Old Navy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone so I can enjoy that...in fact I think I'm going to right now by making food and taking over the living room. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-6109189233624931883?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6109189233624931883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/appearantlyim-idiot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/6109189233624931883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/6109189233624931883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2010/01/appearantlyim-idiot.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Appearantly...I&apos;m an idiot.&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-6567960985643187703</id><published>2009-12-06T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:01:45.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Are Mine"</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure where this came from, because obviously I've never kissed a boy, but hey it was floating around in my head and I wrote it down. I'm kinda embarrassed of it. Not because I think it's bad, but because...I've never kissed a boy so it's weird...I dunno...but my face is turning all red. And no, it's not about anyone. Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Are Mine" -Kayla McKelvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment stolen from time&lt;br /&gt;Breath mingling, hearts dancing&lt;br /&gt;You are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not another fantasy&lt;br /&gt;This is a moment I can see&lt;br /&gt;A moment I can finally believe in&lt;br /&gt;This moment bordering on sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, like the world is ending &lt;br /&gt;and you’ll never breath again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot feel but your love&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see but your face&lt;br /&gt;Flying into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find me, &lt;br /&gt;Lying on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;but you save me&lt;br /&gt;This moment can never end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This perfect moment &lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;With hope racing through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Like a banner of light&lt;br /&gt;flying high,&lt;br /&gt;and close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my clarity&lt;br /&gt;The beat that fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You are mine&lt;br /&gt;You are mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-6567960985643187703?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6567960985643187703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/6567960985643187703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/6567960985643187703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-mine.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;&quot;You Are Mine&quot;&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-1652137829286256591</id><published>2009-07-01T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:05:57.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'> What time is it? Summer time!!!! (Stupid High School Musical, making it bad for me to say this!) </title><content type='html'>So far, I've had a pretty great summer. I was sad when I didn't get into AGS, but now that I think about it, I would've been sad if I had gone. I now have the chance to hang out with my friends, write on my story, listen to my music on MY laptop, and go to Oklahoma for two weeks. All of which, I've been enjoying while NOT at AGS :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been really fun. I hung out with Kenna a bunch. Of course we got on the internet, I talked her ear off, we went to the gym, we went walking without shoes (ow.), and we played the piano for an hour and a half. Twas great fun, and I'm still exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I slept...most of the day, and then Kenna, Sam, Anna, Brian, and I all went to Somthing's Brewing for Irish Music Night. We basically sat around and talked, we had soda's and water, Brian had fries (and I stole some), and I inhaled an entire blueberry muffin in about 15 seconds. Then, around 8:30 we got bored and left. We weren't done having fun yet though, so we walked downtown to Simon Park. Then, we just chilled out. Joel Ludford stopped by for a bit, not quite sure why, and gave us a good laugh. As I said to Kenna and Sam, "Sometimes I love that boy, and sometimes I can't stand him. It all depends on what mood he's in, and how much he's smoked." Anyway, today I liked him. We got wet, messed with the fountain, and proclaimed our love for one another. Lol. Then I came home and watched the end of "My Fair Lady" with sissy and Christopher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the "Deep" stuff: I don't want to get sad on you, but I'm just going to type what I feel and I'm not sure what's gonna come out. I'm sorry if it brings you down, or if you think I'm complaining too much (which I know I sometimes do). I'm confused about myself right now. I've realized that I am generally happy with the way that I'm progressing in my life right now. I'm working on a book and I really think that if I do it right, it will be very good. I'm trying my hardest, but no one seems extremely interested. I know people have there own stuff to worry about, but it's never a good feeling when YOU'RE excited about something and no one else is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little sad, because I have a hopeless, pointless, and STUPID crush on someone who doesn't even know I exist...yet. I want to get to know him better, but I know myself too well. Problem one: I sort of loath the way I look, and don't think that anyone can be attracted to me. (Don't freak out and be all "Kayla you're beautiful!" it won't work. It's the way I feel, and I know that I'm the only one who can change it. I just don't know how yet.) Problem two: When I flirt, try to be funny, try to talk to...ect. someone I like, I look like a dumbass. Everything I say comes out "I'm an idiot." Doesn't matter if I'm trying to say "Hey, the weather's nice, eh?" it comes out either "dkal;fhaghfjdsa; fdjsa" or "I'm an idiot". I know this, but I am too afraid to try and fix it. Reason being: To fix it, I must practice. And I HATE looking like an idiot. So, crushes suck, and whoever invented them should be shoved into a bus and driven over a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I have the best friend in the entire world! She get's me, and we get along really well. I love hanging out with her, and we always seem to have a good time. I don't like getting sappy, emotional, or overly appreciative of people so I'm gonna leave it at that. I just thought that she should know is all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate PMS, because I like to think that I'm a very rational and logical person. I don't like thinking that I'm very emotional, or that my emotions can seriously effect all of my dicisions. Mom said that I'm really emotional when PMSing though, and now I'm sad. Lol, really though, I don't like thinking that I'm WAY emotional...too bad I am. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; think that I'm extremely funny, but I also think that when I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;try&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be funny I sound really dumb. I was talking to Chris about how I think alot of people seem to be like that. If you tell someone, "Hey, be funny, right now." they will probably come up with something along the lines of, "Uh...I'm an elephant!!!!". So I'm not feeling too bad about it, I just think it's annoying that my brain is wired in this way. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after this extremely odd and random blogpost, I'm going to: A)Eat some food B)Write another chapter in my story C)Check up on my obsession with FF D)Take a shower E)Go to bed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) All of the above :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;~Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-1652137829286256591?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1652137829286256591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-time-is-it-summer-time-stupid-high.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/1652137829286256591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/1652137829286256591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-time-is-it-summer-time-stupid-high.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt; What time is it? Summer time!!!! (Stupid High School Musical, making it bad for me to say this!) &lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-3925611523129218574</id><published>2009-06-25T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:46:50.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Oh how I wish I had a story like THIS! </title><content type='html'>I found this, accidentally, on xanga. I just had to share it. I don't know the person that I stole it from, but whoever they are (if they're reading this), they had me in a small fit of giggles. I sure wish that my blogs fonts didn't change hers. Her fonts really pulled me into the story. I just thought that this was clever, quirky, and fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you want to read it with her fonts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://noree-n.xanga.com/705562677/my-awesome-4th-grade-flirting-skills/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, On with the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th Grade Flirting Skills ~By: Noree_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the 4th grade, I fell deeply in love with my classmate named Chris.  In my 9 year old mind, Chris was everything I ever wanted; he had blond hair, and he was 4’10’’ tall.  I have forgotten what kind of weird elementary school fantasies I had about him (and I don’t want to remember), but I knew I wanted him for myself and myself only.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as fate would have it, Chris was the most popular boy in the fourth grade.  84% of all the girls in my grade were in love with Chris.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only meant that I had to try harder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, our last names began with the same letter, so our alphabetically assigned seats were right across from each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Unlucky for me, this seating arrangement didn’t really make a difference because of what an awkward flirt I was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when our teacher was out of the room making copies, I had a bright-lightbulb-above-the-head-worthy idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my feet, I took his shoe off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I reached my legs under the desk and took his shoe off of his foot.  I don’t know how I managed to do that or why, and even today I wish I could go back in time to find out how I did it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the important thing was that I had his shoe.  So now he had a shoeless right foot and I had a 3rd sneaker under my side of the table.  I reached down, grabbed his shoe, and waved it around in the air.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.  That wasn’t enough.  I took his shoe, and threw it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes…I threw it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually aiming at the recycling bin but…lucky lucky me at that very second my teacher walks back into the room and my crush’s shoe hits her right in the stomach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely obvious that I threw it, seeing that my right hand was still up in the air, and it was also extremely obvious whose foot the lone shoe belonged to, seeing that Chris was the only shoeless person in the room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we both got detention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but the story doesn’t end there!  A year later in 5th grade, Chris ended up asking me out on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I said no because by then I had fallen deeply in love with a different boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-3925611523129218574?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3925611523129218574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-how-i-wish-i-had-story-like-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/3925611523129218574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/3925611523129218574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-how-i-wish-i-had-story-like-this.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt; Oh how I wish I had a story like THIS! &lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-8904545328140271947</id><published>2009-06-22T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:56:45.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you know what you want...but you really don't</title><content type='html'>It's infuriating! I'm going on a mini-rant here! I hate my brain so much right now, because I know what I want! I do! I just can't seem to finish it and get it onto paper!!!!!!!!!!!! *ROARS WITH FURY* I have these two great character-types in my head, but I don't know how to employ *snickers* them!! I want to start an action-y/adventure/funny story, but I don't know how to make my characters special. What are they going through, and why? I need somewhere for them to be, and stuff to be happening to them! How am I, and ordinary and rather boring girl, supposed to figure this out!! "IMAGINATION KAYLA!" You may scream, but alas, appearantly I've lost mine!! I can't seem to think! I'm going to try to just start writing the characters out, and see if my typing skills take over...but I wish I knew what I wanted to do already. I hate waiting. Kenna's already heard all of this, but I wanted to whine and complain about it a little longer. I might put this on Facebook too, just so that I can yell more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's come to my attention that one of my relatives might be checking out my blog soon. Just a warning to them: I'm an angry, rambling, ranting, venting, and sometimes cussing teenager. So, read at your own risk. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-8904545328140271947?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8904545328140271947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-know-what-you-wantbut-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8904545328140271947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8904545328140271947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-know-what-you-wantbut-you.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;When you know what you want...but you really don&apos;t&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-8278149436770497186</id><published>2009-06-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:15:44.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Books</title><content type='html'>So I saw this thing on Facebook, and thought it was interesting...but of course I'm not going to follow all of the rules. I'm just going to run with the idea and make it my own. So here is what this is: I'm going to write fifteen books that are unforgettable. You're supposed to write them as fast as possible, but I'm just going to take my time. These fifteen books impacted my life in some way, and are very important to me. I think it's funny, because I've never been able to choose my favorite books...but right now that's exactly what I'm trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To Kill A Mockingbird- Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;2. Moonraker's Bride- Peter O'Donnell under the female pseudonym Madeleine Brent &lt;br /&gt;3. Homeless Bird- Gloria Whelan&lt;br /&gt;4. The Outsiders- S.E. Henton&lt;br /&gt;5. The Watchers- Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;6. Tricksters Choice &amp; Tricksters Queen- Tamora Pierce&lt;br /&gt;7. Protector of the Small (Quartet)- Tamora Pierce&lt;br /&gt;8. Harry Potter (Series)- J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;9. Inkheart- Cornelia Funke (It opened my eyes to a new way of reading and writing.)&lt;br /&gt;10. Dragon Rider- Cornelia Funke&lt;br /&gt;11. Green Angel- Alice Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;12. Maximum Ride- James Patterson &lt;br /&gt;13. Junie B. Jones- Barbara Parks&lt;br /&gt;14. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland- Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;15. The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to explain a few of these...so sorry. In case you're thinking I have no taste in books on 1 or two of them, then know they made the list because they changed my life or my thought process in a way so that I can never go back. I would have done "Fight Club" because it did, but there weren't enough numbers and everyone that knows me already knows that I give that book the thumbs up. I wrote my AGS letter about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Maximum Ride is on the list. I like the books, so don't think I'm disrespecting Patterson. I LOVE his characteization, it's something I'll always strive to at least acheive if not overcome. I kind of wish that I were a bit more like Max sometimes, and it's a good plot. However, non of that is why it's on the list. I've wanted to be an author for...forever I think, and I never thought I could achieve that "Author" status. I never thought I could be good enough. I read this thing in "The Bedford Reader" which also almost made the list, and it was talking about how you have to look at the writer's work as if they are just another person you know...because they make mistakes too. I guess it really hit me when I read the Max books and I realized, that James Patterson could be a better author. He's not BAD, it's just, there are plot holes and pointless fluff scenes...it was the first time that it dawned on me that I wasn't just a kid with a hopeless dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Junie B. Jones is just awesome. Barbara Park is brilliant. She changed her writing to sound like a 5 year old, but it's still enthralling. It's a stylistic masterpiece in my mind. It's on the list because it was one of the first series that I LOVED, and it was the first time I ever thought about being a writer. I force my little sister to read them (Not really, she already loves them, but I enable by spending money on new ones for her if I can).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-8278149436770497186?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8278149436770497186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-books.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8278149436770497186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8278149436770497186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-books.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;15 Books&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-8002604931345037927</id><published>2009-06-19T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:12:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Break Away From This Insanity</title><content type='html'>I’m in “a mood” of sorts(I’m not exactly sure what that means to you)...I’m not positive how to explain it, so I shall do my best. Some interesting things have been going on in this head of mine, most of them confusing and complicated. So what else is new? I can’t seem to shake this feeling, like something’s about to happen. Something big. I’m not sure what, and I hate to sound pessimistic but I don’t think it’s very good. I’v been feeling weirdly lonely lately. You might say, “Well, Kayla, obviously you should call your friends and hang out with them. Duh, I though you were smart or something...” but it’s not like that. Even when I’m with my friends there’s this weight, this inexpressible sadness inside of me. I guess the thing is, I’m back to this point in which I don’t think anyone’s on the same page as me. Don’t get me wrong, a few of my friends understand me better than anyone I’ve ever met, but sometimes even all of that isn’t enough. I’m sure you’ve all felt the same. No matter how much they understand and love me, they never ARE me therefore they can never completely get me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have nightmares. Insanely, wickedly, dark nightmares that had me tossing and turning and waking up gasping for air and trying to hold my frantic heart inside my chest while doing my best not to cry. That was probably a year or two ago. It’s not a big deal. Everyone has nightmares. I just...I had them all of the time, practically every night, and of course that’s never fun. I had reoccurring nightmares...the whole enchilada. I finally got rid of them for a while. They weren’t that bad, and I wasn’t having that many, and now they’re back. I can’t shake them. I don’t even understand a lot of them, and I usually pick apart my dreams because I think that they are a significant part of my conscious trying to tell me something that I may be keeping from myself (Deep right? lol). These though, I&lt;br /&gt;don’t even like thinking about them when they’re over. I’m actually ignoring them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m being weird, and I’m not sure why. Lol, what I mean is that my behavior is...not&lt;br /&gt;exactly me. I’m not sure what to think of it. I think it’s just the summer, but it’s still really unusual for me. I’ve practically stopped eating, haha. Hard to believe, right? I’m always the one that has the granola bars stuffed away up my sleeves or something. I’m ALWAYS munching...but you guys know that. I only eat like once a day now...and not that much. Unless of course, I’m around Kenna, she’s been shoveling food onto my plate ;p Thanks. I don’t know what’s to blame for my sudden loss of appetite. I guess it’s just me being weird. My car’s a mess. If you’ve been in my car at some point this year you know I’m like...a perfectionist about my car being clean. For perhaps a month and a half now my car has been getting steadily worse. It’s, to me, disgusting. :’( I love emoticons. My room WAS intermediately clean, now it’s ALL mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m trapped. I’m suffocating and I’m not sure why. I’ve been doing my own&lt;br /&gt;thing, but maybe that’s it. I’ve finally realized that I can’t escape myself...that sounded depressing, but it’s true. Sometimes, I just...*sigh* I feel like my entire thought process is whacked. I don’t think like other people do. I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing. I like the way I think, and look at things. I have an interesting perspective on almost everything. That’s the only way for me to explain it. If you’ve heard me talk about things then you know. I have a complicated and...different thought process than most. Usually, I like it. It makes me feel unique, which let’s face it, is every ordinary girl’s dream. I’m just sick of&lt;br /&gt;the looks of “Wha???” and the drool coming out of mouths that are agape in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;There are so few people that know how to look at something and SEE it. There are so few people that I can talk about things with and it’s a little isolating sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hopeless and unrequited crush, and what girl likes that? Bleh. It’s so not me. Ick. Oh well, I’ll get over it in a few weeks probably. *Sigh* Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now's not the time to fret over good or bad things that may or may not happen in the near future. That's all I have for now. I loveth you all. Take care. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-8002604931345037927?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8002604931345037927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-break-away-from-this-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8002604931345037927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8002604931345037927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-break-away-from-this-insanity.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Can&apos;t Break Away From This Insanity&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-1391229384352268068</id><published>2009-05-23T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:31:16.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you expect lemons, and life gives you lemonade...</title><content type='html'>So things have been going pretty well lately. I was going completely insane and hating all life, but I think I'm doing better now. I had about a month and a half in which I hated everyone and everything, but some good things happen, and I don't have enough energy to keep up a bad attitude for long. Kris Allen won American Idol, WHOO!My friends Kenna and Margo came over a few days before the American Idol Finale and we all had a blast. We'd planned to watch a movie, but of course we couldn't concentrate that long :). We watched the beginning of Sandlot, and then we played ERS. Margo and I had a wrestle/tickle fight, which was hilarious, and then when Margo left Kenna and I just laid on the floor listening to music for a little while. We just talked about how stressed we'd been, what was going on with us, whatever. It was cool. Then my mom came in and told a really corny, yet funny, joke and we laughed until we cried. It was really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Kenna came to stay the night. AND, drumroll please, .....I got a new bookshelf!!!! YAY! Kenna and I sat staring at it for about 10 to 15 minutes, deciding whether we should attempt to put it together without Larry or not. We chose not. We basically just chilled out for a while, mostly Kenna watched me clean my room, and then after a while we fell asleep in the living room watching Sandlot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished cleaning my room, and Larry helped me assemble my bookshelf. It's amazing. This new one, plus the itty-bitty old one, hold ALL of my books. *CHEER**CLAP*SCREAM**JUMP UP AND DOWN* It's truly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!!! I saved the best for last. I have successfully defeated my writer's block!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I figured out what I'm going to do in the sequel, AND I wrote three chapters on the rewrite of the beginning of my first book! YAY! I'm still writing too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, life is pretty grand. What do you do when you expect lemons, and life gives you lemonade? REJOICE! and appreciate what God has given you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-1391229384352268068?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1391229384352268068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-expect-lemons-and-life-gives.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/1391229384352268068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/1391229384352268068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-expect-lemons-and-life-gives.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;When you expect lemons, and life gives you lemonade...&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-8494279298011779433</id><published>2009-04-21T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:24:41.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just...tired of everything</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if I've been short or harsh with you. It's not really your fault. I don't want any of you to worry about me, because I really hate that. I'm just...tired. I hate everyone and everything right now. I guess I'm just being cranky, and no I've already had mine this month. It's just that I've been going, going, going for the past month or so and I'm SICK of it. I just want to sit around for a little while. I wanna be mellow and not worry about having to interact or care about whether someone else is entertained or if I've finished what I'm supposed to do for the day. I don't give a FLYING FUCK. I honestly don't. Look, I'm sorry that my freak out is so close to Kenna's, I guess it's just bad timing, but again I don't care. I will freak out when I want, and I kinda think that Kenna's freak out helped me along a bit. It's not her fault or anything, it's just as I read her blog post I couldn't help feeling...I'm feeling exactly the same way. LOOK I'm sick and tired of everything. I want some time to MYSELF too. It's not any particular person or thing...it's just everything compiled into one. I can't make other people happy if I'm not happy myself, and I can't seem to say "No thank you, I can't do anything today. I want to go home and sit around in my pajamas and listen to my music and watch my T.V. and sit by myself in my house...ALONE." or not even alone, I'm okay with you guys too, I just DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING. Is it okay if I just sit here? Please, is it okay if I sit with you and don't care and have my breakdown and then just sit in silence? I just don't think I can take any of this anymore. Everything is just piling up on me and I feel like I can't lift the weight enough to breath and I'm suffocating in this FUCKING MESS. I just can't do it anymore. I'm sorry if I'm worrying you (please don't. I'm not going to do anything stupid.) it's just that everything seems to be spiraling out of control. I know I've said that my bad grades are because of senioritis and that I don't care, but that's a lie. I haven't had the TIME to do the work. My English grade is a 58. A FUCKING 58!!! This is my life going down the drain here. That's just NOT an English grade that I just throw out there. I ALWAYS get at least like a "C" in English. I'm just drowning in this darkness and I can't seem to find even myself. I'm screaming and crying but it's not helping the pain. Can I please just cry with you? Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-8494279298011779433?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8494279298011779433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-justtired-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8494279298011779433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/8494279298011779433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-justtired-of-everything.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;I&apos;m just...tired of everything&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-4798686145578711362</id><published>2009-04-19T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:11:02.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dates'/><title type='text'>So Jr. Prom...really confusing yet still kinda exciting</title><content type='html'>So last night was prom, whoo. To be honest with you, the hopeless romantic in me has been looking forward to prom for about as long as I can remember. In my head I was doing a big excited dance all year looking forward to it. So I asked a good friend of mine, and appearantly that's all we're gonna be so I give up, to prom. I got a freaking hot dress!!!! Margo's aunt did my hair and it looked awesome! I got some gorgeous shoes, a pedicure, and my first manicure ever (Courtesy of my Aunt Debbie and Grandma Shirley. Thanks guys!). All in all, I looked good...or so I thought. Anyway, we all met at Kenna's around six or so, and then took a bunch of pictures. I'm surprised that my face isn't sore from all the smiling still :) . After the pictures we all headed off to Faby's for dinner, and let me say that I would have dinner with those five again, it was a blast. So at this point I'm all hyped up and ready for the actual prom...and the dance was lame. Haydon spent most of his time trying to get everyone else to dance and when he wasn't doing that he was hanging out with Will, and Kenna and Sam sat, and Margo got kinda sad and didn't want to dance (or really seem to want to hang out with) me at all. So I got really lonely. It felt like I spent most of the evening alone. The music was all the same fast music, they should really consider that not everyone wants to fast dance all the time. We left about an hour early and from 8 to 11 they played ONE slow song, and for once I danced during a slow song but it was really awkward. Mostly because Haydon barely paid attention to me at all, he spent the whole time giving Will the thumbs up for dancing with Margo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was salvaged when we went to the park. I also spent most of the park time alone, but I got to swing...so it was cool. I can't help but feel like the swing was the best part of my evening. Sturdy, back and forth motion, with the wind rushing through my hair and across my face, like I'm about to take off flying. It's like being a little kid again. The fact that I was wearing a long flowing dress made it even better. I felt like, if I could just swing high enough I could fly away into the sky and never come back. Never have to face anyone or anything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, didn't mean to get all weird. Then Kenna, Margo, Samantha, and I came back to McKenna's house and ate chips, drank Capri-Sun, ate some sour worms, put in &lt;em&gt;Doubt&lt;/em&gt; and everyone but me fell asleep. I watched the whole movie, and then crashed. We got up kinda early and just chilled out, then Samantha left. After a while Margo left too. We're supposed to go to the park again (YAY!) and then go see a movie later...but Margo's Nana said "no" so it might just be Kenna and me this time. Anyway, I'm tired and confused because prom was so like every other dance I've been to and nothing like the magical prom land I dreamed up (so I'm a little sad too), and I think I'm gonna go now. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-4798686145578711362?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4798686145578711362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-jr-promreally-confusing-yet-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4798686145578711362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4798686145578711362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-jr-promreally-confusing-yet-still.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;So Jr. Prom...really confusing yet still kinda exciting&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-4634959826095419359</id><published>2009-04-07T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:19:53.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness and a dash of tears</title><content type='html'>So I’m feeling pretty icky...I woke up feeling awful so I stayed home from school. I spent all day writing(or trying to) on my laptop. I got on Sims2 (which I just bought by the way) for a little while. By five I felt well enough to try to make it to rehearsal, so I went. Looking back I feel it might have been a mistake. Almost as soon as I got there Mr. S yelled at me. Then I tried to talk to him about it later...and he yelled at me again. My fever was already on it’s way back at this point. I’m still tired. All around I didn’t feel good. SO I had an attitude because in my head I was saying “I shouldn’t even be here today”. He yelled at me for missing a bunch of rehearsals in a row. Then when he walked away, I cried. Later he apologized. I think I may be a little too emotional for my own good today. I decided at that point to get my confrontation with Alex over with. SO I asked her if I could talk to her. Those of you that know Alex can probably already see where this is going. She is justified to be a little mad at me, I’m not gonna lie. I’d sent some texts to Margo about how I though Alex would throw a tantrum and said that I really didn’t feel like dealing with her. Alex, read them. I explained to Alex that I didn’t say anything that I haven’t said to her face, but I understood that it would still hurt her to read. So I apologized, said that I wished to remain friends, and that she was still invited to the party. That didn’t fly well. She said that when I get mad I throw tantrums, and I’m mean and insult people too. She said at least she notices that she does it, and I don’t. She said that I didn’t even notice that I was putting people down. She spelled out for me that she’s depressed and the when she’s acting that way she wants her friends to be there for her. I was honest and explained that maybe I wasn’t the best person for that job anymore, she’s like that a lot and I have my own stuff to deal with, I just CAN’T take on everyone’s problems anymore. I’ll combust. I used to do that all the time, I took everyone else’s problems on my shoulders, I still do but now I don’t take EVERYONE’S. I’m just not strong enough for that anymore. She told me that she IS that way and that her other friends dealt with it, and I said that I wouldn’t. I said that she’s fun when she’s not being that way, and I still want to hang out with her, but if she’s going to throw tantrums and be mean then I’m going to leave until she’s over it. She argued some more...I’m not going to keep going into details it was a long conversation...in the end she told me “If we’re just gonna get on each others nerves, because you get on my nerves, then why bother.” So, I guess Alex and I aren’t friends anymore. Oh well. Then I called Margo and told her all about it...then my fever came back with vengence and I started shaking and thought I might pass out. Mr. S said I could go home, and I felt bad for missing yet another rehearsal. Then I came home. What a day, right? I guess this too shall pass...I’m not too shook up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-4634959826095419359?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4634959826095419359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/sickness-and-dash-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4634959826095419359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4634959826095419359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/sickness-and-dash-of-tears.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Sickness and a dash of tears&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-516919822318750905</id><published>2009-03-24T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:11:21.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the Rain</title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned how much I love the rain? How about X10000000000???? The only downside is when I have to go to West Campus in the rain...other than that I'd have to say that it's probably my favorite weather. I'm still at Kenna's...how about that? Tomorrow she's going out of town with Alex, so I'm not going to have ANYONE to hang out with!!! WHAT AM I GONNA DO??? Actually, I'll probably go work some at my grandma's house(oh joy, more of her trying to make me choose G.P.) for some money. I have to do something, the Dallas Trip is next weekend. Then Thursday or Friday Kenna and I are gonna help Mrs. Paula with her garage sale. She offered us 10%. Saturday Kenna, Margo, and I are (hopefully) spending the day in Little Rock, it just depends on whether or not we can get another ride. Kenna's mom is opening the shop, so we need transportation.  Well, "You have a car and a license, Kayla. Why not drive?" you ask? Because my mom won't let me drive into Little Rock yet, and even if she would Kenna's mom doesn't want her to go without ride with a teenager yet. Little Rock is dangerous...so we need an a adult of some sort. I might ask my sister. She doesn't act like it but she's almost 20. Anyway, I'd better wrap it up...Peace, bya, adios, SUCKAZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys,&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-516919822318750905?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/516919822318750905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/516919822318750905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/516919822318750905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-rain.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Loving the Rain&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-833632268958144218</id><published>2009-03-23T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:56:30.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, Chores, and Kidnapping!</title><content type='html'>So I've spent the past like...3 days with Kenna. She stayed the night at my house last night and I made her read or re-read everything I've written like ever(actually in the past year or two), then I made her look at all my pictures, and then I made her listen to the song that I wrote(I wrote the words...Anthony helped with the music). Poor Kenna, I forced my works on her all evening. Then we watched half of &lt;em&gt;Pan’s Labyrinth&lt;/em&gt;. We woke up this morning and lazed around for a bit, did a bunch of chores...then this afternoon-ish we kidnapped Haydon,(not really kidnapped...his mom knew that we were taking him), took him for ice-cream, and broght him to Kenna's to hang out with Zachary. We chilled out on the interwebs for a while then I took Zach and Haydon to Haydon's house to stay the night over there and met Kenna and Sam at Target. Target was pretty fun...now I'm staying the night at Kenna's again. We're sitting around watching season 4 of One Tree Hill. If Margo is reading this know that we miss you like mad. I have a pretty busy schedule for the rest of Spring Break, so I'm really excited. Keep praying for me. God Bless ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys,&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-833632268958144218?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/833632268958144218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-chores-and-kidnapping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/833632268958144218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/833632268958144218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-chores-and-kidnapping.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Sleep, Chores, and Kidnapping!&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-4870871866653925426</id><published>2009-03-22T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:31:12.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is getting more confusing by the second *sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel kinda like a misunderstood emo kid. This church thing seems to have EVERYONE in an obnoxious "uproar" *rolls eyes*, and it seems like everyone wants me on their side. Since when was I so needed that eveyone wants to convince me how wrong the other side is. Everyone thinks that they are on Gods side and if I'm not with them I'm following the world. I think that God is probably frowning right now. All this attention on other stuff is drawing attention away from him. I chose not to pick, because I didn't feel God move me to either side. So I decided to go to both G.P. and the supposed Bible Study that's going to happen, but I'm starting to realize that it's going to be tough. I talked to mom and she said that both sides are probably going to make it difficult on me. Today, Mrs. Susan said that she doesn't want me to decide anything without talking to Pastor Billy first, and that she thought that I might've gotten some misinformation. Pastor Billy talked to me right before church and told me that if I had any questions, please talk to him about it. They both said that they think don't want me to be confused or leave. Then Pastor grabbed me again after church and basically repeated himself, he said that he knew that this was tough for me. I just don't understand why the Pastor and his wife would take time to make sure that &lt;em&gt;I of all people&lt;/em&gt; understand and choose to stay. Who am I that matters? Anthony tried to get me to promise that I won't leave, and when I wouldn't he got a little upset(he tried to hide it. Then he said that I scared him). I'm just not sure. I don't want to leave G.P. I love it. It's like my home....I guess I just feel really sad right now. I thought that it wouldn't be a big deal, and that this could be fixed...but I'm starting to think that this change is pretty permanent. Why does this stuff happen? If theres anything that I hate more that major changes, it's saying goodbye to someone that I love. I think that if things stay on the same track, and I keep feeling pressured, and the Moores either pick a church or start a new one, I'm probably going to be expected to make a choice. I don't want to choose one part of my family over another. It's like having my parents getting divorced again, and trying to get me to choose between them. I know Pastor and Susan weren't trying to make me choose, just trying to help me and give me some insight, but my grandma is sure trying to make me choose. Plus, I know that even when no one's asking me, that when I do have to choose I might hurt the feelings of those not picked. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just really hate this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. It makes me sad inside, and I know I say that lightly all the time, but this really does. I know I'm dwelling, but everytime I think about it I get sad again. I really just don't know what to do anymore. I'm praying but it doesn't feel like enough. *Sigh* I'm just really hurting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, please help me. Show me the way, and keep close to me. Don't let me stray from you. I need you, so please stay with me now. Your word says, "ask and you shall recieve" and right now I'm standing on your promise. I need you, Lord. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you guys. Please keep praying for me. I'm feeling pretty down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-4870871866653925426?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4870871866653925426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-getting-more-confusing-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4870871866653925426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4870871866653925426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-getting-more-confusing-by.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;This is getting more confusing by the second *sigh*&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-7716559628427679806</id><published>2009-03-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:30:36.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling alot better</title><content type='html'>SO...I'm sorry about my *coughcoughcomplainingandwhiningcoughcough* but I feel alot better now thanks to my two "besties"(as Margo so eloquently put it somewhere). You guys are amazing! Also, thanks to Becca who came and fit into our tempo perfectly and added a bunch more fun to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to be all right. I hit a bit of a rough patch in...everything. I lost alot of stamina, energy, and determination. I thought I was losing control, and falling hard and fast toward a large patch of unforgiving concrete. I kinda felt out of touch with God, because it just seemed(and still kinda does seem) like there was (is) a wall between us and our communication. I just felt separated, though I know that it won't ever happen. I guess I just started to get scared that I would lose him, though I know that he won't leave or frosake me...it was just a frightening experience. I'm usually so close with him all the time, even when I hit rough patches I still feel him strongly near me...and I just felt a wall and I felt weak. I freaked out, and I think that that added to my breif depression phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT Margo and Kenna cheered me up, and I realized that though things are tough right now God's still hearing me. I'm the one not hearing him. I just have to stop some of my activity and listen harder. You guys don't have to worry about me resuming any bad habits. I feel, still a bit sad, but quite a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the stuff with church is going to work out...I'm not sure exactly how but God DOES have a plan. I have some ideas, but I don't think anyone wants to hear them, so I'm just going to turn my attention to God. It's all about him anyway. He'll work this out the way he needs to, and in the meantime I'm going to pray about it and put it in his hands, and honestly that's probably the way that he wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that right now the main thing that I can do is just relax and keep chillin' with my two amazing bestest buddies in the whole wide world!!!! Thanks again so much you guys. I really do need you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't stop praying for me yet. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys,&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-7716559628427679806?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7716559628427679806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-alot-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/7716559628427679806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/7716559628427679806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-alot-better.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Feeling alot better&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-9118266283948330971</id><published>2009-03-19T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:31:33.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever just felt down?</title><content type='html'>I feel really sad. I'm not really sure if my reasons are valid, or if I really care if they aren't. There's just alot going on right now...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Aunt Barbara died Tuesday, and that really makes me sad. She's actually my great aunt, but she was still amazing and I loved her very much. I grew up around her. I'm going to miss the funeral too, and that really makes me sad. It's this Saturday, in Louisiana. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO: my church just went through a major transition. If you know me well, you know that my church is like an extra home, and I consider the people there as part of my extended family. They are so close to me. Things were going pretty well with the youth band, but Haydon's parents left, which in turn means that Haydon left, leaving us without a Base player/singer. Since Haydon's Parents left, then Dallas and his family left, leaving us without a Guitarist/singer. Again people, this is my family. Plus Haydon and Dallas' parents are most of our praise and worship team, so now we're missing a bunch of people. It's almost like my parents are getting divorced again and I'm conflicted. I'm split in two, because the Moore's are probably going to start a bible study type thing and I think that the reason that they were asked to step down is really dumb, but I still love my church. I'm just not sure what I want to do. I've prayed about it, but I don't seem to have any major help in this decision yet, so for the time being I'm going to go to both. I've been dwelling about it all day. I'm just really torn up about this, I'm discouraged, and I'm not sure how to handle this ridiculous situation. Part of me hopes that everyone will get over it and the Moores will come back and everything will be super dandy, but Anthony said that it probably won't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLUS: (yeah, I know...the world sucks right?) I really have a crush on this guy, and sometimes I think that he likes me, but I'm unsure. My friends and my sister all think that he likes me, but he confuses me more that any boy that I've ever met. I had a major reason for not being able to date him, but now some things have changed and it doesn't really matter if I do, so I just hope that I still have chance with him. I just don't know why boys have to be so difficult....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE: I sang in front of my English class today. I shook from nerves the entire time, but they said I did really well, so that's pretty cool. I have the two best friends in the entire world, and I'm so glad. I've felt like I've been falling for that past week or so, kind of thinking about falling into that bad habit again, but I figured they'd kill me and I know that they are there for me if I absolutely need them so without even realizing it they've kept me strong. Thanks guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really having trouble with my spirituality right now. I just feel like I'm not close enough to God, and it's tough. A couple weeks ago we were totally in sync, but not it feels like something is off. I really don't like it. If you pray, please add me in your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kayla&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/3890705518232900761-9118266283948330971?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9118266283948330971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/ever-just-felt-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/9118266283948330971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/9118266283948330971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/03/ever-just-felt-down.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Ever just felt down?&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-4121293409811250708</id><published>2009-02-24T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:51:06.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je Suis Fatigue</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't updated in like 12 years...sorry. Not like you guys are like clinging to every word or anything but still. My blog told me that she feels neglected, so I decided to take a few precious minutes to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. I don't know why...but it's like I don't have enough hours in the day ever. I go to sleep a little late and I wake up exhausted, I go to sleep early...I still wake up exhausted. It's like no matter how much I sleep it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a hopless romantic lately. I'm probably about to start...but still...It's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to talk about so I guess I'll head out. Bya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-4121293409811250708?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4121293409811250708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/je-suis-fatigue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4121293409811250708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4121293409811250708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/02/je-suis-fatigue.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Je Suis Fatigue&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-7315836176705959576</id><published>2009-01-23T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:41:22.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Kenna's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you've never synchronized two laptops playing the same song, you should try it. It's a cool experience. Right now, Kenna and I are listening to "I caught myself"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by: Paramore. It's off the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; soundtrack. Now she paused it...oh well. It was really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Friday, and Kenna invited me to stay the night. We watched &lt;em&gt;An American Crime&lt;/em&gt;, if you haven't seen it, go find it and watch it. It has Ellen Page in it. Well, it's got tons of abuse in it(kinda what it's about) so if that bothers you...don't go and watch it. It was really good though. Then she scared the tar out of me by having me play &lt;em&gt;Resident Evil &lt;/em&gt;4.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I didn't like it much, the camera angles hated me. Ugh, I'm going to be so exhausted tomorrow, I have band at 9:30 and we're still up with no real plan to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was pretty good. I turned off my alarm on accident this morning, so I didn't even get to school until 4th period Orchestra(we had a free day). Then I went to lunch, and the two assemblies. The only class I actually had to go to, and work in, was Algebra 2. It was pretty awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-7315836176705959576?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7315836176705959576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-kennas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/7315836176705959576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/7315836176705959576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-kennas.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;At Kenna&apos;s&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-4580875012630006206</id><published>2009-01-19T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:21:52.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day...Off?</title><content type='html'>Today was long. I woke up at 9:00AM in a good mood, but my day didn't go far. I woke up with a motivation to get things done. I started some laundry and did about 4 loads, and then I dropped a movie off at hastings. I waited forever to find out what time I had band practice, but no one knew and Anthony didn't call anyone, but it's cool I guess. I just have to wait til next week to finish recording my song. Mom had me unload the dishwasher, help move boxes, and heavy plants. I didn't get to hang out with anybody, and I feel kinda lame. I'm just annoyed and don't feel like the weekend was long enough. I don't want to go to school tomorrow. Ugh, it was just a long day. Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-4580875012630006206?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4580875012630006206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-dayoff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4580875012630006206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/4580875012630006206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-dayoff.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Long Day...Off?&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890705518232900761.post-7495434341921315017</id><published>2009-01-16T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:39:07.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging...</title><content type='html'>So, I had another blog and I thought that no one checked it so I started writing some personal stuff on there. Then I found out that my friend Kevin had been reading it, and I was a little imbarassed so I deleted it. Now it doesn't matter if no one checks it. If I don't want anyone to know, then I won't write it. So, I'm back to blogging. I found a fun site that you guys should check out ;P. Check out: Strawberryandkiwishow.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;It's cool. Also, I plan to make friends this time!! WHOO what a goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890705518232900761-7495434341921315017?l=kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7495434341921315017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/7495434341921315017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890705518232900761/posts/default/7495434341921315017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-blogging.html' title='&lt;marquee/&gt;Back to Blogging...&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364302712244682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XwpPU9uZec/S_GVFcgLNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/1y_6CQlx1o8/S220/Close+Right.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
