<?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-9376407</id><updated>2011-06-22T00:22:50.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She hangs around a boulevard...</title><subtitle type='html'>And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well.  &lt;br /&gt; I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself.&lt;br /&gt; 
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"Vindicated" - Dashboard Confessional</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-113711363374525818</id><published>2006-01-12T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:53:53.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the end.</title><content type='html'>i think that im done writing in here.  those who truly need to know what's happening with me will either already know or care enough to find out.  i hope we all keep in contact as i know i have been lacking with that a lot lately, and it's one thing i hope changes.  i miss everyone and the way things used to be a year ago.  enough of this, everyone knows exactly what im saying, so im saying goodbye to this blog, but please know that my phone is always on for anyone of you to call me, at anytime.  goodbye and love to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-113711363374525818?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/113711363374525818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=113711363374525818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/113711363374525818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/113711363374525818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2006/01/end.html' title='the end.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-113332805537715319</id><published>2005-11-30T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:20:55.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>wow - it has been an extremely long time since i have last posted.  college is starting to take over my life, but now i'm trying to get back to normal.  thanksgiving break was such a wonderful break from everything going on here at central.  seeing my family was good, it could have been better under better circumstances, but we cant have everything we want now can we?  i spent the majority of my break with my mom, and didn't really see much of anyone else, but what can you do?  hopefully over christmas break i'll see more of the people i hope to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that exams are coming up, and hopefully i should only have to take 3 this semester, which will be a nice relief.  in other news, i've taken up knititng again, and have made an awesome scarf for abbey for christmas that she's going to love!  and now i'm in the process of making once for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've run out of the things to say, sadly enough.  goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-113332805537715319?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/113332805537715319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=113332805537715319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/113332805537715319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/113332805537715319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/11/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112978584970217783</id><published>2005-10-20T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:24:09.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Devestating</title><content type='html'>So I called the doctor's office to get my x-ray results back, and sure enough, there's a broken bone.  I forgot what it's called, but the guy said it was a common break and that it wasn't displaced any, so it should be a good heal.  But, it just sucks that I have to hope my mom can get me into Bay Street on Friday so I can get a real cast.  I am supposed to do these student observations on Friday, but those just might not happen.  We're just going to have to see.  I feel like an idiot for this, but it could have happened to anyone right?  Hope everyone has a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112978584970217783?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112978584970217783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112978584970217783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112978584970217783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112978584970217783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-devestating.html' title='So Devestating'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112974874021390828</id><published>2005-10-19T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:05:40.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How Fun</title><content type='html'>So, in case some of you didn't hear the eventful news from yesterday, I'm here to let you all in on it now.  As Charlotte and I were running down the stairs to get to our class on time, I tripped over my feet and landed sideways on my left foot.  After Charlotte left me in the lobby with ice so she could go to class, my foot swelled up - it looked like there was part of a golf ball coming out of my foot.  Yeah, it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after I called my mom and talked to her about it, I got Steve (thanks again!!) to come get me and Charlotte, Steve, Jan, and I went to Foust to try and see the medical people there.  But, to our surprise they were closed.  So, we trekked it all the way to Urgent Care and waited there for about 2 1/2 hours so they could x-ray and do all that fun stuff.   After spending too much money I had to go get crutches, which cost way too much money, and that's all I have to say about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after hobbling up to my room and settling on to the couch I did some homework and had a little girls night.  The people here are being really nice about it but I feel so helpless, pretty much because that's exactly what I am.  I can't do anything for myself and I feel so bad making everyone do stuff for me, but what can I do - nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to here back  from the doctor's today to see what the x-rays showed and if I have to get a real cast or  not.  Then tomorrow I'm heading up north with Charlotte to do my student observations for intro to teaching.  Hopefully everything will work out for the best.  I guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112974874021390828?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112974874021390828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112974874021390828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112974874021390828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112974874021390828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-how-fun.html' title='Oh How Fun'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112837720313777046</id><published>2005-10-03T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:06:43.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week</title><content type='html'>So since Wednesday I've had the most amazing week/weekend.  Wednesday was the Motion City Soundtrack/Fall Out Boy concert - which was unbelievable.  Granted I sweated like crazy and got pushed around by other sweaty people, it was still a great experience.  The only bad things is how the ticket was semi-ruined by the laminator my mom put it through :( Makes me so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Thursday I hung out with Charlotte, Russ and Vinnie and then Friday came and I had to work.  Saturday morning I worked too, then went and got ready to boogy down with my girls.  The dance was fun, but it definately was high school-ish, unfortunately.  Oh well though, I made the best of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my mom made me a good homemade meal and I hung out with the family.  Then Andrew and I left town around 4:30 and we jammed out on the way to CMU.  Overall, this weekend was amazing.  I really had a good time and even though there was a few things I'd have rather not heard or found out about, it was a memorable time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112837720313777046?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112837720313777046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112837720313777046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112837720313777046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112837720313777046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-week.html' title='What a Week'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112605274952151927</id><published>2005-09-06T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:25:49.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Life</title><content type='html'>So I have to say that college is exactly what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomate is awesome, she and I get along extremely well, which makes living together fun.  Dorm life is interesting too.  Right now we're doing some arts and crafts projects on my floor and listening to music, which doesn't sound like a lot of fun, but trust me, it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found it hard to keep myself focused on my homework though, which is bad.  I just need to concentrate and get it done early every night.   We're playing Twister tonight, which I'm really excited about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone so much and am sorry that I missed enchiladas and poker at Lauren's, you have no idea how sad it was to miss that.  Next time though, I will be there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112605274952151927?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112605274952151927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112605274952151927' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112605274952151927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112605274952151927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/09/central-life.html' title='Central Life'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112456927356034288</id><published>2005-08-20T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:21:13.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CMU Here I Come</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to believe that in 5 days I'll be living in a dorm away from my family.  I'm so excited, but also nervous.  I still have so much packing to do, but I probably won't do it until the day before I move.  It'll be complete craziness that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I got to see all of you again at the Simon's before we all left.  It was so nice to see you all.  It just made me realize how much you guys mean to me.  I know it sounds corny, but it's true.  I'm so glad that I'm going to be able to see a few of you more because we're going to the same school.  College is going to be awesome though.  I'm so ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112456927356034288?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112456927356034288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112456927356034288' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112456927356034288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112456927356034288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/08/cmu-here-i-come.html' title='CMU Here I Come'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112378719423070921</id><published>2005-08-11T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:06:34.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man</title><content type='html'>So why do boys have to be so confusing?  I just wish I understood them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this really cute boy from Charlevoix last night, and we hit it off.  He goes to Northwood and is super nice.  I just dont know how he feels about it and since we've only known each other for such a short time it's difficult to know.  I think we're hanging out again tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a three hour break from work today, and I feel like doing nothing at all.  Summer is coming to an end and I still have to find time to see so many people.  I wish things didn't turn out this way - we said we would all stay close during the summer and upcoming year.  I feel like that's not happening, because I never have time to hang out since I work nights and most others work days.  I know I've said this a lot already, but I miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112378719423070921?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112378719423070921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112378719423070921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112378719423070921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112378719423070921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-man.html' title='Oh Man'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112356453998411334</id><published>2005-08-09T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:15:39.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>So Traverse City for 2 days was just what I needed to get away from it all. We shopped like crazy and had a ton of fun. Abbey waxed my eyebrows for me, we swam in the 4 ft deep pool in our hotel, watched Harry Potter until 2 am, almost killed the Coldstone Ice Cream Worker, and had a wonderful 2 days away from Petoskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a few more weeks left, and most of the time I'm at work, so I need to hang out with you all soon!  I miss you all so much.  I have the day off tomorrow, but might be going bowling with Justin and working with my mom a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack soon.  I'm going to run out of time.  And I move in on my birthday. It's crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112356453998411334?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112356453998411334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112356453998411334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112356453998411334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112356453998411334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112321573628571855</id><published>2005-08-04T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:22:16.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lappy is Here!!</title><content type='html'>You heard it - my new lappy has arrived and slowly I'm trying to figure it all out.  I need some help with the router (go figure) but soon it will all be taken care of.  Matt if you read this please call me for some help, I'm really confused lol.  Thanks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone: I'm sorry I haven't seen much of you guys lately, I've just been so busy with work.  I miss you all and we HAVE to hang out before we all leave.  I feel so bad for not seeing you all in such a long time.  I appreciate everything that you all have done for me, and for most of you I cannot thank you enough - you all know who you are.  Thanks for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112321573628571855?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112321573628571855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112321573628571855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112321573628571855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112321573628571855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-lappy-is-here.html' title='My Lappy is Here!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112231950903429496</id><published>2005-07-25T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:25:09.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait!</title><content type='html'>So this morning I finally ordered my laptop - I'm so so so excited!!  The guy said that my digital camera will be coming either Friday or Monday, and I just can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad that I'm so excited for a computer...NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112231950903429496?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112231950903429496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112231950903429496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112231950903429496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112231950903429496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cant-wait.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112225831870701139</id><published>2005-07-25T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:25:18.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Shopping!</title><content type='html'>So I wasn't planning on doing much today - but then my mom took me to Traverse City.  Yeah, I spent a lot of money that was supposed to be on other things like an oil change, college, etc...  but shopping came first today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for new jeans for school and couldn't find anything at American Eagle, and was getting all sad and everything.  Then at Express...they have a wonderful deal that all jeans are $20 off - so I found a cute pair there along with a pink shirt.  I'm happy - the lady helping me thought they were cute, so I took her advice and bought them.  Sometimes I never know what looks good, so when other people say it (and hopefully they mean it) I take it for all its worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all.  Sorry I talked aimlessly about shopping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112225831870701139?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112225831870701139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112225831870701139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112225831870701139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112225831870701139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-love-shopping.html' title='I Love Shopping!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112208688623565214</id><published>2005-07-23T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:48:06.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Complicated.</title><content type='html'>That's how my life feels right now: complicated.  Crying is the method that best works to relieve this pain, even though it makes it all come back again.  It's like a neverending cycle of things that add to the stress of life, and I just hope that it all ends soon, even though I don't think that will happen.  I just want things to be back to normal, or just to a new normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's out, I'm excited because I might get to order my lappy tonight, or tomorrow!!  I'm so excited to get it!  I am so jealous of everyone who has their's now, that I can't take it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tonight was really easy, I got to work in the kitchen, and I got done at like 9:00 which is so nice.  Especially since 6:30 will come &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; too early tomorrow morning.  I have to work from 7-2:30, and then I have to go pick up Jessica's dog for her, and then I'll be off to babysit on my night off from the country club.  I'm not complaining though - tax free money, I'm definately okay with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Monday a whole bunch of the girls that I work with are going to see the Young Americans.  I'm excited, because I haven't seen the show before, and to hang out with Abbey - I love that girl to death.  She's helped me through a lot of stuff, which has included some sweet revenge, and I've helped her too...which is a wonderful feeling.  It'll also be fun to get all dressed up too for a night out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just a big thank you for everyone who has always been there for me, it's truly wonderful and it means so much to me.  And I hope I can do the same for all of you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112208688623565214?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112208688623565214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112208688623565214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112208688623565214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112208688623565214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-complicated.html' title='So Complicated.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112183250229036211</id><published>2005-07-20T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:08:22.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>So today was fairly busy for me.  I went to work at 12, only to find out that Charlotte was in ER last night with a kidney infection.  So after work my boss sent me to go give her flowers from everyone.  After that, which took me forever because the hospital is retarded, and needs a better patient locater system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to help my mom out at her work for an hour, and then went home before I had to go babysit.  I made some good money, so that's always a wonderful thing.  I'm hoping to spend most of it though...I desperately want a haircut, and I'm still looking around for places to get it done, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home and was completly bored, and found out that the printer with my lappy I wanted to get is no longer available for an affordable price.  Oh well though, life will go on.  I'm still extremely bored, but unfortunately there isn't much I can do about it now.  Tomorrow is my day off, and I've got a list of errands to run and a large amount of money to spend.  I love it.  I also have Saturday night off...which is quite the occasion for me, so if there's anything going on, I will try and be there for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to order my lappy &lt;strong&gt;soon!  &lt;/strong&gt;I'm jealous of all you who already have them...and I want mine so bad now!!  And now I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112183250229036211?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112183250229036211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112183250229036211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112183250229036211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112183250229036211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/07/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112097080088857051</id><published>2005-07-10T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:46:40.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Home</title><content type='html'>It is official - I think overall this summer I will spend more time at the country club, whether it be working or golfing, than I do at home.  Thank god I make good money there.  I've been working the past few days so much, and getting up at 6 am for work this morning was terrible.  But, I did get a good breakfast out of it.  Afterwards I went home, finished up my thank you's and laid in the sun with my mom, and then I had to go back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work Tyler, Chrissy, Jason and I hung out for a bit - it was awkward for me, though.  This Jason guy, I guess he really likes me, but I'm not so sure if I'm that into him, so after kissing him Friday night I think he really likes me.  So we went and got something to eat, and just hung out ... when we all left it was odd, I didn't know what to do -- I had never been in this position before, usually I'm the one falling for the guy, but this time it was the opposite.  Oh well though, things happen right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not really too much else going on right now, except for work really.  My body still hurts from tubing with my aunt, uncle, and cousins, but I am still semi-tan (or at least trying).  It's so hard to believe that it's already July.  The 4th was awesome, I had never really been able to hang with my friends before, so it was a nice change.  Now that 6 am is catching up to me, I've got to get some sleep so I will be awake tomorrow at work.   Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112097080088857051?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112097080088857051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112097080088857051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112097080088857051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112097080088857051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-second-home.html' title='My Second Home'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-112018675003669661</id><published>2005-06-30T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:59:10.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So here are some pictures that I took while in DC ... most of them are just of me hanging out with the same people all the time, but what can you do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is Mike and I while we were in Detroit waiting for a flight.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/mikekim.png"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is me freaking out over a green caterpilar that I put on my hand, even though it was harmless.&amp;nbsp; And they just so happened to catch me laughing during the picture, hence why I look so funny.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/kimbug.png"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is Andrea, my roomate, and I hanging out at the airport.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/kimandandi.png"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;We missed our first subway, so we took pictures in the creepy underground tunnels.&amp;nbsp; This is all of the Michigan kids that went on the trip with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/groupsubway.png"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is&amp;nbsp; Blaine, Andrea, Mike, and I using up my film so that I could get my pictures developed once I got home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/groupairport.png"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-112018675003669661?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/112018675003669661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=112018675003669661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112018675003669661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/112018675003669661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111958051197410346</id><published>2005-06-24T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:35:11.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week</title><content type='html'>Wow.  That one word explains my entire trip to DC.  Even though some of the people were not as close to me as others, and the days were filled with too many things to do, I managed to have the most amazing time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to see all Andrea, Blaine, and Mike again.  Those three are the greatest.  You could have referred to us as the anti-social ones, as we usually hung out together the entire time, with no one else.  I think some of them might have hated us.  We went and saw all of the usual stuff that people see in Washington DC - The White House, the monuments, the Supreme Court, the Capitol - I even met Bart Stupak and Debbie Stabenow.  And I managed to only come home with 2 blisters on my ankle  and a burn on my hand from my hair straightener and a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to share a bus with some kids from Illinois, which proved to be a very interesting experience.  We heard many things from them that we didn't want to know, and didn't even dare ask about.  They were quite the bunch.  There were about 1400 kids for this trip in DC, and it was insane.  I definately didn't meet all of them...because Andrea and I were always asleep in our beds at the Hilton because they were the most comfortable beds &lt;em&gt;EVER!&lt;/em&gt;  I never wanted to wake up and get ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some memorable experiences and some really hilarious moments.  I can't even begin to describe them all.  I missed all of you terribly and I wish I could have been home for all of the Piston's games - I was so tired tonight that I stayed home to unpack and watch the game and fall asleep with my mom.  My room is a mess.  Today was kind of crazy and complicated.  It's too bad that I didn't run into Christina in DC while she was there, that would have been hilarious.  Hope she had fun too.  I can't wait to see all of you again - and when I get some pictures, I'll be sure to post them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111958051197410346?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111958051197410346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111958051197410346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111958051197410346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111958051197410346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-week.html' title='What a Week'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111835175803422573</id><published>2005-06-09T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:15:58.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>Wow.  High school is over.  After probably the best and worst 4 years of my life, I no longer am a student at Petoskey High School.  I will no longer have to park a mile away if I wake up late or worry about going off-campus for lunch.  I think I'm going to miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking me how it feels to be a graduate.  Every time I say something about how it hasn't quite sunk in yet.  And really, that's the truth.  I've been at work pretty much every day since we've been out of school.  And I'm glad, because keeping busy is helping me not miss everyone as much as I really do.  As everyone keeps saying, we are going to make this the best damn summer we've ever had, by hanging out all the time possible (at least I hope to do this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized as I looked at my work schedule for the next week that I leave for DC in less than a week.  I'm going to have a week off of work and have a free vacation.  I'm stoked.  Granted I'm going to miss all of you so much and miss a few graduation parties, I cannot wait for this trip.  It might suck having to be in our rooms by 11:00 each night, but we'll just have to make our own fun then.  I hope you all don't miss me too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111835175803422573?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111835175803422573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111835175803422573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111835175803422573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111835175803422573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/06/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111764339007525859</id><published>2005-06-01T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:29:50.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE MORE CLASS AND I'M DONE!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER BEEN MORE EXCITED ABOUT SCHOOL EVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I COULD GO ON, BUT I'M NOT GOING TO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;okay...i'm done.  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111764339007525859?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111764339007525859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111764339007525859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111764339007525859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111764339007525859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-more-class-and-im-done-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111755827673051980</id><published>2005-05-31T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:51:16.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Over</title><content type='html'>It's incredibly hard to believe that I only have 1 more day of high school left.  It's both exciting and sad to leave this place.  I'm just going to miss everyone so much when we're gone.  But enough of all this mushy stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I worked Friday night, and then all day Saturday too.  After work on Saturday Abbey, Chrissy, Matt, Tyler and I went hottubbing.  And of course, that's always fun.  I jammed out to "Baby Got Back" over to Harbor.  Good times.  Apparently I missed Katelin's party too..I'm bummed.  But, being that I was at work all day I might not have been able to go anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to go and visit with my family who came up from Chicago, and listen to my drunk uncle complain about his father-in-law.  That's always interesting.  Him and my grandma argued about water softeners after dinner.  Haha yeah...  It was a nice change though, getting to see them, since they don't come up very often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got the shoes I wanted - Matt is a savior!  The JCPenney in town didn't have my size, so the store in TC was going to try and charge me an extra 10 bucks to ship my size up to me, and I was not going to pay for that.  So, somehow my mom was talking to my sister about it, and Matt was planning on coming up for a family thing this weekend, so he went to the mall and bought me the shoes.  What a brother-in-law he is.  I'm happy though, because they're cute and comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work again tonight, and tomorrow night.  And then I'm off to Cedar Point and then when I come back I get to work some more.  I'm going to be dead tired this week, and all I want right now is some sleep. I want to take a nap.  But instead I get to go deal with Buch for the 2nd to last day!!!  That makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111755827673051980?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111755827673051980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111755827673051980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111755827673051980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111755827673051980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Over'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111686688133861608</id><published>2005-05-23T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:48:01.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I had this leadership conference at CMU.  I was a little shy at first and didn't get to know a lot of people right away, but finally I started talking to people and having fun.  I met some really fun people, and this way I'll also know some other kids who will be on campus in the fall.  It has gotten me so excited to go to school now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the weekend, I learned about these 7 C's and Social Change (yeah, we actually had to learn stuff), we had a toga party, mock rock - where I was a jackhammer in our routine (haha) and we learned about legends of the campus.  I had a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do a service project where we mulched a park, and it was pouring, so we got really muddy and cold.  But other than that, I had a great time.  I learned a lot about myself, which is always important - and I got a free t-shirt.  Hell yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111686688133861608?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111686688133861608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111686688133861608' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111686688133861608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111686688133861608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111593966638395290</id><published>2005-05-12T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:18:51.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Getting up for school is getting harder and harder as the days count down to graduation. Today I woke up at least a half an hour late, and after deciding not to do much with my hair to save time, I still managed to leave my house at 8:07 and get a parking spot in hick row. We've got 2 weeks left, and I just want to get them over with. Soon I'll be going to Central for orientation, which is always exciting. I might be getting another scholarsip too...so let's hope for that - I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, some of you may know that I thought Mike was pretty cute (the Mike from one of the trips I took recently). Well, we've been talking online quite a bit, and he has a way of making me blush. He always comments on how good I look in a certain picture - things like that. It's so wonderful to hear, it's just hard because he lives downstate. I just like the feeling that I get when I talk to him, because I'm always smiling. I have just over a month before I'll get to see him again, and I can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school I went tanning - which is always a wonderful experience. I felt like an idiot though - because I am pretty sure I starting falling asleep at one time, and then once my body recognized that this was happening, I freaked out and hit my arms agains the cover of the bed, and it was really loud. Not many people could manage to pull that one off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after my $2 tanning, I went to Cellular One because my alarm clock was broken. After about 20 minutes of a ridiculously slow woman helping me, I get a loaner phone until mine gets fixed. Then, I went to work for about an hour, until I had nothing else to do. Tonight Christina is coming over to watch the OC with me, which I'm very excited about since I've missed a lot of episodes lately, and because I get to have fun on a Thursday night - it hasn't happened in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111593966638395290?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111593966638395290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111593966638395290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111593966638395290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111593966638395290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111569352345448467</id><published>2005-05-10T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:52:03.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>So today after school I planned on going to Cheboygan to hang out with Chris.  I ended up leaving a half an hour later than I wanted to, but I finally made it.  But, when I got to the school, I couldn't find where he was supposed to be, so I had to ask and make me look silly.  Haha oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finally met up with Chris, we drove to Dairy Queen and got some ice cream there, and just hung out.  Then, we just drove around, he went tanning, and we ended up at a little kid's playground.  There, we played on those spinny merry go round things, and oh my god I about died.  Chris was spinning it so fast that I was almost falling off of it.  It was fun though, to some extent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to his house and his mom made burritos for dinner, and they were super yummy.  His parents are really nice too.  Then we left and were going to go watch the softball/baseball games, got there, and decided that it was going to rain soon, so we drove around some more.  Then, it started to rain, go figure.  By that time we'd run out of things to do, and then his mom called and wanted him home, so he dropped me back at my car, and I drove my wagon back home.  I had a good time, he's a funny kid.  Sometimes I wonder what our situation is, because at times I feel as if we're just friends, other times it feels like more than that.  So I guess we'll see what happens later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111569352345448467?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111569352345448467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111569352345448467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111569352345448467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111569352345448467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111533393461525792</id><published>2005-05-05T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:58:54.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>Well after the long and cold winter, I finally was able to go to work at the country club again.  I have to say that it's one of the best jobs I have ever had.  I actually enjoy going to work, but sure, at times, I'm definately not excited.  So yesterday I got to work in the kitchen for men's night, which was super easy.  It was a nice start.  I have to work again Saturday and then on Sunday too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between my shifts at the club I'm still working with my mom too, so I'm making some good money right now -- which means SHOPPING TRIP!!  I'm thinking about going to Traverse City the next weekend to see what good stuff I can come up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went golfing today, and didn't do too bad, which is surprising.  And the drama for today: Scott is back in town, and he's already talked to Heather about me because he was scared to run into me.  Just wait until it actually happens....he's going to wish he never came back to Petoskey.  I guess that makes me sound bitchy, but he was so mean to me that he deserves every bit of it.  I guess we'll just have to see if he ends up getting to work at the club this year or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111533393461525792?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111533393461525792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111533393461525792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111533393461525792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111533393461525792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111498441312802254</id><published>2005-05-01T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:50:45.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last night was so much fun!  I can't believe I almost didn't go this year.  I went and got my pictures developed today because I'm a dork, but I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/renkatelinkim.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lauren, Katelin and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/kimoncouch.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me sitting on my couch after I got home (why I took it I'm not sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/kimandjamie.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/kim.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this is me showing off my fabulous curves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/katieandkim.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Katie and I, and yes, I know I'm short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/jenniandkim.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jenni and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/coreyandkim.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Corey and I while my parents were taking pictures before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall I had a great time...I, personally, thought I looked pretty hot, but that is just my opinion :D  It's hard to believe that this was our Senior Prom!  I'm going to miss you all when we're at college, so you all better stay in touch, and I'll try and do the same.  I wouldn't have made it through high school with out all of you, so thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111498441312802254?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111498441312802254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111498441312802254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111498441312802254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111498441312802254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/05/prom-2005.html' title='Prom 2005'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111454746229275297</id><published>2005-04-26T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:31:02.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Country Clubber</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did just refer to myself as a country clubber.  After school I stopped by because Carole, Jake, Heather, and Jason were there ... so I went and said hi to everyone.  It's crazy how much I've learned to miss that place.  I can't wait to start again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work for a measly 15 minutes today ... that was kind of pathetic, if you ask me.  Oh well ... now I'm starting to analyze &lt;em&gt;Office Space&lt;/em&gt; for my college class final exam...which is proving to be easier than I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is this weekend...I'm getting excited, because I think I'm going to go again now.  I keep on going back and forth, but I think I'll be going afterall, with or without a date.  So we'll see.  Also, in a few weeks I'm going to roadtrip it to Cheboygan to meet up with some of the guys I met on my last trip ... if anyone wants to come along, I think its like May 9th that I'll be going ... let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111454746229275297?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111454746229275297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111454746229275297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111454746229275297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111454746229275297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-country-clubber.html' title='I&apos;m a Country Clubber'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111429202336613130</id><published>2005-04-23T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:15:38.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So this is Mike - it's not a good picture of him, but it's the only one that I've got.  He's actually much cuter than this in person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/mike.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is John and I hanging out before we were sent to bed at 11:00 (it was ridiculous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/johnandme.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a horrible picture of Chris, but I was starting to run out of film so I couldn't take any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/chris.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Andrea and Blaine, which we thought looked like Prince William. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/andiandblaine.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111429202336613130?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111429202336613130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111429202336613130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111429202336613130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111429202336613130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/04/boys.html' title='The Boys'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111420563508927201</id><published>2005-04-22T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:33:55.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince William</title><content type='html'>My trip consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talon (yes, like the claw), a crazy and smelly East Jordan boy.&lt;br /&gt;Super smart Torey from Gaylord.&lt;br /&gt;Really, really hot Blaine who Andrea and I thought looked like Prince William (pictures to come).&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people from the UP.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, my roomie, from Hart, who is just so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Mike, a real cutie from Big Rapids.&lt;br /&gt;Some funny boys from the Cheboygan area.&lt;br /&gt;And some other random kids.  My trip was awesome.  I'm so so so glad that I went.  Although I didn't come home with a prom date, it was well worth it.  And I am going to be able to go to DC for free in June with most of the kids I met over the past few days.  It's going to be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have 5 days until Prom, 5 days to find a date, and you guessed it, 5 days to buy my ticket...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111420563508927201?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111420563508927201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111420563508927201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111420563508927201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111420563508927201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/04/prince-william.html' title='Prince William'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111395647299331329</id><published>2005-04-19T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:22:51.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seatbelt Scare</title><content type='html'>Well, what seemed to be an easy trip to 7-11 on a slurpee run turned into be quite a fiasco. As we're in 7-11's parking lot, Kory and Lauren are out of the car, and I'm still stuck inside. Literally, stuck. The seatbelt was crazy like woah and didn't want me to leave...so I was stuck, until I just yanked at the damn thing, which worked so well. Needless to say, that was about the funniest thing that happened to me all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after school I was supposed to tutor some girl in Algebra (haha yes, I know...) - but she never showed up. So I talked to a few people in detention, then went to work. It's becoming another second home for me, and I feel bad because soon I'm not going to be able to come very often anymore, which is going to be hard for them. But, she knew it when she agreed to pay me. Oh well, we'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I practically ran home to eat before my college class. I gave my persuasive speech on cereal tonight, which went really well. I was very proud of myself. We got out really early, so now I'm hanging out at home, knowing that my bag still has to be packed for my trip, which I am really excited about for some reason. I am really, really, hoping that there are some cute boys with me when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I have exactly a week to find myself a date for prom, as we have only a week left to buy tickets. How pathetic is it that I'm posting that...well, haha...I don't really care :D. My dress, for those of you who don't know, is a replica of the stunning dress Lauren wore to prom last year (haha yes, you heard me right ren) -- major thanks to ina for letting me borrow it, as I love it very much. Well, I'm off to hopefully start packing for this trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao mis amigos ... Hasta luego. Haha wow....what a dork :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111395647299331329?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111395647299331329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111395647299331329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111395647299331329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111395647299331329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/04/seatbelt-scare.html' title='Seatbelt Scare'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111361390814878052</id><published>2005-04-15T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:11:48.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California, Here I Come.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I wish I could go to California, but with what money?  I missed the OC on Thursday, so Christina was telling me about it ... and I'm probably going to miss it next week too.  Oh well, I'll be taking another 3 days off of school, so that has to be worth something, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I got my first scholarship through FCCLA.  $500 that my mom and I don't have to pay for college.  I have to go to some meeting in October to actually get my money, but I don't really care...$500 is $500 that I don't have and can really use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Kim is staying home bored tonight because I have no clue who's doing what and have no energy to find something to do since someone in the hotel decided to pull the fire alarm at 7:00 in the morning, which made us evacuate our rooms, while we were still sleeping.  That sure was exciting.  Makes for a great day.  It was a fun two days though, just hanging out with my friends, not having to go to school.  What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go on this next trip, primarily hoping that there will be some cute boys there that I can hang out with.  I know, I know...  But what can a girl do?  I think I will watch &lt;em&gt;Office Space&lt;/em&gt; tonight so that I can get a few ideas about my final for communications.  Well, I guess it's just me and my dad tonight, since Ryan's at Jon's for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111361390814878052?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111361390814878052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111361390814878052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111361390814878052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111361390814878052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/04/california-here-i-come.html' title='California, Here I Come.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111334002391845198</id><published>2005-04-12T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:07:03.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Dilema</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I think that most of you can agree with me when I say that I am a BAD decision maker.  So of course, I'm coming to all of you for your opinion in something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just get back from spring break, and I'm already leaving tomorrow for the rest of the week on a trip.  Then, I won this free trip to some conference by Caddillac the following week for 3 days.  My problem, though, is that I know for sure that I am going to fall behind in my classes.  You'd think as a senior it wouldn't be hard to say that I'm going to take a free trip, but I'm just not sure.  So, would you rather stay caught up to minimize homework or take a trip with people that I've never met before and have to come home to tons of homework to make up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...please help me, anyone, everyone ... just help me decide what I should do.  My mom's not here to help me, because she left for Arizona this morning...so it's up to you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111334002391845198?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111334002391845198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111334002391845198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111334002391845198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111334002391845198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-dilema.html' title='I Have A Dilema'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111291095127279090</id><published>2005-04-07T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T16:55:51.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good 'Ol Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Well...where do I start? Hmm...maybe at the painful realization that our town is really boring and has nothing for kids to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This break, I have: worked, gone tanning, gong shopping (bad thing for me...), gone to see Sin City and Guess Who, and worked on scholarships. We are possibly going bowling tonight. I don't think I can stand this boredom anymore...we sit at home and complain because we can't find anything to do. It's ridiculous. At least there's no more snow and it's semi-warm out, or else I'd really be going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's all I have to say, because that's about all I've done all break. Woo-hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111291095127279090?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111291095127279090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111291095127279090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111291095127279090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111291095127279090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-ol-spring-break.html' title='Good &apos;Ol Spring Break'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111222525723772941</id><published>2005-03-30T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:48:58.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So now that Spring Break is only one day away, I've come to have a large case of senioritis.  We aren't really doing too much in any of our classes.  In Spanish we started watching Three Amigos, which is alright.  It's an older movie, so it was a little shaky.   Then in 3rd hour we made smoothies and other stuff and just had snacks.  In Accounting we played Monopoly the whole hour.  But of course, Buch gave us a quiz and taught us a new lesson today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school I had a meeting, so I just stayed at school until that, which turned out to be pretty stressful.  Oh well though.  It's retarded why it happened the way it did.  Then I came home and started working on this scrapbook thing, and I found the cutest picture from my field experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/clc2.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The little boy in the picture with me is Nathan, and I think he's got a crush on me!  I think its really cute, its just too bad he's a little young for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111222525723772941?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111222525723772941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111222525723772941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111222525723772941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111222525723772941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/03/three-amigos_30.html' title='Three Amigos'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111211895604769446</id><published>2005-03-29T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:55:56.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well, well.</title><content type='html'>Once again I have found myself coming to the realization of why I try not to hang out with the kids from Harbor.  So Jamie and I are hanging out with Ryan, Jordan, and Sam last night at Jordan's house.  I was really excited to get to see Ryan again, plus this gave Jamie and I something to do last night.  So we're just hanging out, playing foosball, goofing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan won't even talk to me, so I'm wondering what the heck is going on.  Then Sam goes to talk to him, comes back and says "apparently he and Jackie got back together this week."  Oh wonderful.  So Ryan is oblivious that I know, so I'm giving him the meanest looks.  The least he could have done was tell me that he's back together with her, which would have been upsetting, but I would have understood.  I should have known that nothing was going to happen between us, but of course I don't want to believe it.  So, now that I'm over him, I've moved on, to better things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is coming up, so this now leaves me a lot of time to hang out with Christina before she leaves, Katie, and Matt, and whoever else is left in this god-awful town for a week.  I think I'm going to start tanning for prom, and who knows, maybe I'll find myself a prom date soon.  Either way, I'll probably still go, I mean its the last school dance as a Senior.  I've gone without a date before, so who says I can't do it again?  But then again, who knows what can happen in a month.  And to all of you going on vacation: I hate you, but not really :D.  Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111211895604769446?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111211895604769446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111211895604769446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111211895604769446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111211895604769446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-well-well.html' title='Well, well, well.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111170416004938931</id><published>2005-03-24T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:56:43.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I am finally able to post pictures...so I'm just posting some random ones I have on my computer right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one is of Jamie and I -- lots of people think we're sisters -- seems kind of crazy to me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/kim2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111170416004938931?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111170416004938931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111170416004938931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111170416004938931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111170416004938931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/03/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111168663627437595</id><published>2005-03-24T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T12:50:36.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is that sometimes boys can be really, really stupid (no offense to anyone reading this, its not directed at you).  So most of you know my exciting story that happened a few days ago (if you dont, let me know) ... so I've been trying to call Ryan, since we had been talking about hanging out again.  I think I called three times and left 2 messages in the past three days.  I don't know why, but I keep thinking that he's maybe ignoring me, but I really don't want that to be the case.  I really do like this guy, and I keep on making up excuses that get me to stop thinking about it.  I just hope that things work out so that we can at least hang out some more.  Please let me know what you all think about this situation, because I guess I really don't know how I should be handling this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111168663627437595?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111168663627437595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111168663627437595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111168663627437595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111168663627437595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/03/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111119692197517862</id><published>2005-03-18T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:48:41.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>So when I think things are looking up for my family, they all come falling down like a ton of bricks.  I can't explain, even though I really wish I could.  One day, you will all know.  I can promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging out at home tonight, for what reason I don't know.  I might start reading a book I borrowed from Christina, or I might just be lazy and watch movies.  And I just have to say that the price of gas can kiss my ass.  I got to the Shell station after school and was about to fill my car up when I saw gas rose to like $2.26.  So I left and drove around and saw that Holiday still had it for $2.19 (yes I know this is weird, but don't we all want to save money?) so I was happy to get the most out of my money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Jamie and I are going to hang out and hopefully Ryan will be coming with us.  Ryan, if you dont know, is a friend of ours from Harbor who has really cute red hair who I've had a crush on since I first met him.  So, I really hope we can hang out with him, because it's been a while since we've seen him.  I don't know what we're planning on doing yet, but granted its going to be something really, really random.  But at least it will be something to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I actually came home and worked on my scholarship essays that have been haunting me, and I surprisingly got a lot of them done.  I was talking to Dan the other day, and he keeps reminding me to write the essay for his sisters scholarship, and so I've got to start working on that one really soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to do something to pass my time, but what that is I haven't the slightest idea.  Maybe I'll go in the hot tub later, if it's not too cold.  Okay, enough of my nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111119692197517862?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111119692197517862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111119692197517862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111119692197517862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111119692197517862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/03/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111084169754221145</id><published>2005-03-14T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:08:17.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>So today started out all right, I guess I couldn't really complain too much.  I was going back and forth about getting my hair cut today, and so I finally decided to do it.  I wanted to get it to look semi like Ashlee Simpson's new haircut, but since our school doesn't have right click options, I couldn't print a picture of what I wanted it to look like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am talking to the lady who's going to cut my hair, and she basically has no idea how to do what I wanted her to do, and she had already started when I figured this out.  So I'm sitting there thinking to myself how bad this is going to look.  She attempted to style it with the hairdryer, but that did nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and worked after I got it done, and my mom was like oh, it's not even layered...and Kathy was like no, it looks good.  So now I'm just really mad about it because I don't really like it.  And it's not like I can ask the lady to stop halfway through her cutting my hair because she doesnt know what she's doing...so I guess I'm stuck with it for a while.  We'll see how it turns out when I straighten it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111084169754221145?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111084169754221145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111084169754221145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111084169754221145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111084169754221145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-111040693217000141</id><published>2005-03-09T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:22:12.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I am Flawed</title><content type='html'>Tonight there's a Piston's game, and people are heading over to Lauren's house to watch it.  I'm not sure if I'm going to go or not yet, because I'm scared to drive all the way out there in the snow.  Ever since I got stuck out there I worry when I go out there.  So I don't know what to do.  I want to go and hang out with everyone, but I'm sure I'd have to be back at 11 ish...so would it make a lot of sense to "risk my life" (yeah, right) to go out there?  I absolutely hate making decisions like these...I'm terrible at it.  We'll see what my mom says when she gets home and I'll go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...next week I leave on Tuesday at 1:00 for Gaylord, and then I'll be gone Wednesday too.  It's going to be fun...we have to set up for a conference, we get to go hot-tubbing, we get to go bowling.  I'm very excited about it.  Plus I get to miss school -- even though because it's MEAP week I only miss about 2 classes, it's going to be a nice change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I've been pretty productive lately...I turned in three scholarships, got my room and board stuff sent to Central, and have been catching up on some much needed sleep.  It's been wonderful.  And I got to sleep in this morning for delayed start, which was great too.  Then I had a meeting after school and got to hang out with Jamie - I miss her so much.  It's hard not having any classes with her, because I can't catch up on the gossip.  But I'll be with her Tuesday and Wednesday, so I'm happy about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pistons are playing tonight -- and they better win or I will kick all their asses!  (okay, maybe not...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-111040693217000141?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/111040693217000141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=111040693217000141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111040693217000141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/111040693217000141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-i-am-flawed.html' title='And I am Flawed'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110978619438155766</id><published>2005-03-02T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:56:34.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascination</title><content type='html'>So today during 2nd hour Jason and I were walking around because we didnt have anything to do, and we went to the cafeteria and saw the crowd of people staring outside.  We went over and realized that they had the drug dogs searching the senior lot and it was something to do.  I stayed and watched at least three people get called out to their cars to be searched.  Teachers came over to us and just laughed, and let us go.  Then Officer Weston came over and wanted us to leave, but then Jon Fifer said something about how we dont have a class and you dont want us in the hall, so why are you kicking us out of the cafeteria?  So then he just left us there to watch what was happening.  It is really quite sad when a majority of people can find amusement in watching people get into troule at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that today has been pretty boring.  I'm going to go to the college to run after school.  Last night I tried on a possible prom dress I had from like one and a half years ago to see if I still wanted to wear it.  Much to my surprise, it didn't fit.  But I guess when you factor in that I havent had a real practice in a year, since cheerleading is over, it's understandable.  So, I think I'm going to borrow a dress from Jamie and take this other dress to the new consignment shop to try and get some money for it since I dont need it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during sixth hour Lauren and I went to the bank, the gas station, and the car wash.  By far the car was was the most exciting time of the day.  Evan was working and Lauren and I could not stop laughing.  It's really quite confusing to explain why it was so entertaining, so you'll just have to trust me on this one.  At least I really enjoyed it, which proves again that I'm a dork (I mean honestly, who has that much fun at the car wash?...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110978619438155766?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110978619438155766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110978619438155766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110978619438155766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110978619438155766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/03/fascination.html' title='Fascination'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110952735172689614</id><published>2005-02-27T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:04:47.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie Nights</title><content type='html'>After school on Friday, I stayed and did my homework (yes, I am a dork) in Mrs. Simon's room. Then, after Justin, Andrew and I kept harassing a nameless person, I took Andrew home and went to Matt's house. There, we watched &lt;em&gt;American Beauty&lt;/em&gt;, which is the first I had ever seen it, so that was interesting. By far one of the strangest movies I've seen in a while. It was good though. Then after the movie we played poker, which at first I was doing really bad. Then Christina, Matt, Lauren and I all went to band festivals to watch Andrew play his solo, which he did really well on. Then, we went back to Matt's to finish the poker game, and I continued on my losing streak and got out. Then, when Christina left I took her chips and made some kind of a comeback. Then, I stayed to watch the first quarter of the Piston's game, and I was really tired, so I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I cleaned up my room and the house a little bit. Then I left for my cousins house to get ready for their "Snowball" Dance. Once we were all ready we left to get some of her friends and got Chinese for dinner. Then, we went to the dance... which compared to ours was so small. It's so weird to see the size difference between us, its crazy. But, no one was dancing, so I was like, no one knows me and I went out to the middle of the people and started dancing, and then everyone followed. Then there was this guy there who kept on smiling at me, and once I started talking/dancing with him and he was like I'll talk to you later, and never found me again. Now, either he thought I was too old for him, or I was just too hyper, but it wasnt my loss on that one. There was this really funny guy, who had spiked his hair into a mohawk, and I danced with him for a little bit. He even told me I was a good dancer (okay, wait...that cant be me!) -- but this guy could really dance, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I slept in this morning and I just got up. I suppose I should try and do some of my homework for my college class, since all my journals are due Tuesday, but that means I actually have to work... And I'm just not sure I have that motivation today. Maybe I will later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110952735172689614?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110952735172689614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110952735172689614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110952735172689614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110952735172689614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/02/boogie-nights.html' title='Boogie Nights'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110865193939573211</id><published>2005-02-17T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T09:52:19.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Snow</title><content type='html'>On Monday, we had a snow day.  I was extremely happy because I got to sleep in, but it was also Valentine's Day, which has never been my favorite holiday.  I have never had anyone to share it with so until that happens, I will dislike February 14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on going to Matt's house to play poker and watch the Piston's game, but I'm a scardy-cat (is that how you spell it?) to drive in the snow, so I chickened out and stayed home.  You all know that I would have been there if I could have though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was going to go get the noise my car is making fixed, but when I called my uncle someone had called in sick so they were really busy.  So then after I finished my trig homework I went to my mom's office and helped her there until about 8:00.  Then I came home and watched American Idol.  I've never watched this show before and never knew how exciting it is.  Yes, I am a dork.  So I sat there watching and laughing at that, and then I tried to decide where to live at Central. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte is going to Central too, so I'm hoping that we'll live in the same dorm, but not the same room.  Charlotte-I love you to death, but I couldn't handle your 24-7 peppiness.  I think we've got it down to 2 choices, so we're trying to figure something out, since we are going to try and come back up to work until October.  So we'll see how that goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm supposed to go get my car fixed, so hopefully that will be the last of the problems for my awesome wagon.  I'm going to try and wait until the end of summer before I get a new one, if I think I need to, for college.  I'm getting really excited and nervous again for college...  I mean I have SO many scholarships that I should be doing right now, but instead I'm writing this.  Go figure.  I'm being such a procrastinator, but I'll get motivated soon enough.  Well, maybe I'll go do something productive for the rest of the hour - oh wait, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110865193939573211?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110865193939573211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110865193939573211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110865193939573211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110865193939573211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate-snow.html' title='I Hate Snow'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110827243413869006</id><published>2005-02-13T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:27:14.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, Surprise!</title><content type='html'>So Friday was our surprise party for Lauren.  After all that we did during the week (or shall I say Katelin and Christina) it was awesome.  We got Lauren's expression from all of us on camera, and it is really funny.  She is hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party we had a lot of fun...  We watched an awesome 8th grade production of the Baby Got Back video -- enough said.  We watched Napolean Dynomite, which even though its extremely stupid, I do get some good laughs from it.  Then we danced and sang to old school music in Chrissy's basement, which is always a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Charlotte gets the idea that we should go to Wal-Mart, and of course, we did.  Unfortunately, Lauren and Matt missed out on the fun, but just wait until next time!  We danced around to music, chased each other, put bouquets of flowers on our heads, oh and dont forget that we had our hair styled from the 80's, inspired by Lauren's "troll".  It was great.  Then we went downtown and danced on the streets, until the cops came and scared us away.  That was fun, until we realized that we had to book it out of there fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an extremely fun night, I just hope that ya'll throw me a surprise party in August (haha yeah, I really am a dork, I'm asking for a surprise party - wOOt!)  Okay, moving along now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom and I went to Traverse City to go shopping, and that was lots of fun.  I got a pink shirt from American Eagle, a pink and white track jacket thingy at Maurices, a bright pink cardigan, and a new bathing suit, which I am very excited about.  The swimsuit gives me the reminder to work out so I can look even better in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mom and I got home at like 9, I went to the bowling alley to bowl with Lauren, Matt, Andrew, and Katelin for Matt's birthday.  I just have to say, that I got my first turkey in the first three frames.  It was incredible.  Then after that I just sucked it up.  But I didn't care, I got a 123 and kicked everyone's butt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my mom and I are going to look at a car I might be getting, so let's hope that all goes well with that.  I think Im going to go read some of my book, and then get some much needed rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110827243413869006?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110827243413869006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110827243413869006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110827243413869006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110827243413869006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/02/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise, Surprise!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110800484578742544</id><published>2005-02-10T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:07:25.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Mad?</title><content type='html'>So today we had a delayed start, which meant I got to sleep in and I was very excited about it.  Of course going to bed at 12 didn't help the whole sleeping in idea too much, but Lauren and I were being evil and I couldn't help myself.  It was definately an interesting night, to say the least.  I had my college class, and when I got there I realized that Craig had sent me yet another text message.  I was like can you give me a break already?  So then, after my class he calls me, and my phone was in my room, and when I didnt' call him back he texted me wondering where I was.  Wow, can I be away from my phone for 20 minutes?  Some people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was pretty boring at school, as usual.  I read the comics in my teachers aid class because they were all taking a test.  wOOt! for comics!   Okay, that was the excitement of my morning, except (Craig, you'll like this one) I did check out 2 hot guys today at school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I actually worked out today...not just thinking about it, I actually did it.  It made me feel really good - with the right music it makes it easy to keep going.  Okay, now I sound like a freak.    Oh and another fun thing - my cousin is taking me to her high school dance Saturday and so I'm happy that I will be able to dance without having someone care what I'm doing this time!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After math class I stole Justin's car, drove to Big Apple Bagels, and bought some food with his money and then broke into his locker to give it all back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to my uncle's to drive a car I might be getting, but when we got there, the car wouldn't start.  So we wasted all my gas to go halfway to Boyne for nothing.  My mom and I were a little mad.  So we'll see about that once we talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, if you didn't know, I didnt really steal Justin's car, I had permission -- but it was WAY more fun to say that I did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110800484578742544?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110800484578742544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110800484578742544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110800484578742544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110800484578742544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/02/are-you-mad.html' title='Are You Mad?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110781363549509289</id><published>2005-02-07T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:00:35.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowcoming.</title><content type='html'>So Friday night Kory, Mike, and I went bowling instead of going to the basketball game, knowing that we would probably lose anyways.  That was fun, I'm getting a little better each time I go, which is always a good thing.  But, just my luck Craig decides to come say hi to me after he got done working.  Well, it was still early so Kory and Mike were going to go play pool and I was just going to chill with them, and then Craig decides to hang out with us too.  Yippee.  I decided, just for the hell of it, to flirt with him to get his reaction.  Well, I sure know not to do that anymore.  Later that night I got like 30 text messages from him until about 4 in the morning, and he was all talking about us.  It was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday morning my mom and I go into town for a few things before I have to get ready for the dance.  I didnt really know what to do with my hair, so I just straightened it and threw it halfway up and put on my cute outfit.  When my mom saw me she about died, it was funny.  Then Abbey and Matt came so I could follow them out to Kassie's house for pictures.  We all met up with everyone there, and we had quite the group.  After pictures we went to LaSenorita for dinner, which was funny...cuz there was this table of older guys who would stare the girls down as we left for the bathroom...it made me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to Wal-Mart to be goofy and walk around.  We amused ourselves long enough and then we went to the dance.  It was insanely hot in the school, which made me sweat (yeah, its gross, but deal with it!).  Haha...when I first got there I saw John R and he immediately started dancing with me, it was hilarious, just because it was John.  I just have to say that I love to dance, even if I can't dance.  Even if I look like a fool, I'm still going to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I picked up Kory and we went to Lauren's house for her birthday/superbowl party, which was a lot of fun.  I hadn't hung out with everyone in a really long time, and it was lots of fun.  I saw Anchorman, which was really funny, but random.  It gave me a good laugh at least.  The team I thought was going to win did, and even though I didnt win anything, I still picked the winners!  Then I came home and tried to fall asleep, but I ended up laying in bed for an hour before I finally got to sleep.  The morning came way too early, but what can you do.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110781363549509289?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110781363549509289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110781363549509289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110781363549509289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110781363549509289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/02/snowcoming.html' title='Snowcoming.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110755710753020527</id><published>2005-02-04T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T17:45:07.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little bit Hyper.</title><content type='html'>So today we had shortened classes because of the pep assembly, and I think that combined with senioritis really affected me today.  I couldn't concentrate and couldn't sit still.  It was like I had ADD or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty easy day for me, because most of my teachers were doing the whole, hey, it's snowcoming weekend, no homework - Which is awesome.  Not like I ever really have homework anyways, but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Buchanan was gone again today so math was wonderful.  I read my book while others did other work or watched that damn math movie, Stand and Deliver.  It was a nice break from actually doing math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the snowcoming pep assembly, which I wasn't planning on going to.  But, I stayed so that I could get my money from Mrs. Hopkins for cleaning her house.  Justin put me in charge of turning on the lights after the dodgeball movie - how special I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home for a little bit before I left to go do some errands for a while.  Oh, and last night I went shopping and I got a new pair of black pants for like $8 and this really cute yellow with pink flowers button down shirt.  I heart them both! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going bowling with Kory and who knows who else will show up...I'm just excited to go bowling again.  Even though I'm not too good at it anymore, it's still fun to give it a try.  And Kory was showing me a funny way to bowl that I'm hopefully going to try (without hurting myself) haha.  We'll see how that goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Saturday is the big dance - I can't wait to dance!!  It's going to be so much fun.  Then on Sunday is Lauren's birthday/superbowl party, which will be tons of fun.  I'm picking Kory up around 3 and we're going to head out there.  It's going to be a very fun weekend, but I've still gotta find time to do my Int.Com. homework.  Blah sometimes college professors suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110755710753020527?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110755710753020527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110755710753020527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110755710753020527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110755710753020527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/02/little-bit-hyper.html' title='A Little bit Hyper.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110738762609742111</id><published>2005-02-02T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:39:39.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Rough</title><content type='html'>So my uncle said I needed a new alternator (and that helps charge the battery while you're driving) - and so I was planning on driving my car out to Bay Shore to have him fix it. My mom talked to my uncle and he told her that we might have trouble with it stalling, and my god was he right. So my mom decided to follow me out there, and I am SO glad she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got it started and were on our way and we decided to go out of town to avoid busy intersections. So we're doing okay, and then my car stalls and my mom jumps it, and it starts again, and we leave. We get to the intersection at Jennings and Sheridan, and I go to turn, and it stalls...so picture this - I am stuck in the middle of an intersection and can't move. People are looking at me all confused and I almost started to cry. My mom quickly parked and came over to push my car out of the middle of the road, and we got it halfway out of the way. This nice guy came to see if he could help, but at that point nothing could be done, we couldn't get it into neutral to push it out of the way, we were stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we call my uncle, and he says he's on his way with a new battery, since the alternator won't charge the one I have in there. By this time the police man came and that scared me, but I didn't do anything wrong. He tried to be all macho and get it to move somewhere, but he couldn't do a damn thing. Finally, after seeing countless faces staring at me from their cars, my uncle came and got it working, and we thought we were safe. Well, we're driving on the highway, and it stalls once again, and thankfully I was able to pull into a parking lot. After trying to jump it a few times, my uncle drove back to Bay Shore to get another battery ... and we finally made it to the shop. That had to be the scariest thing I've encountered in a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my uncle is the best and got my car fixed in less than an hour after we got it there.  I owe it all to him, he's so good with cars, its crazy!   So after all that crazy-ness my car is finally working, and I can drive now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go to Katelin's and watch the Piston's game with Lauren, Matt, Andrew, Katelin, and whoever else is there. It's going to be fun. Then on Friday I have to babysit and Saturday is snowcoming - I just have to find something to do with my hair now...and then I'll be all set. And then Sunday is the superbowl and Lauren's birthday party - and I'm not giving any gifts this year, because we're all poor and I can't afford stuff like that - but if I could, I would get you a mural of Tayshaun for your room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110738762609742111?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110738762609742111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110738762609742111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110738762609742111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110738762609742111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/02/that-was-rough.html' title='That Was Rough'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110720500356394993</id><published>2005-01-31T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:56:43.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed to be Fun.</title><content type='html'>So this is week is supposed to be fun for me at school - spirit week leading up to snowcoming, but for some reason its just not very exciting for me.  Im not even sure what I'm doing for snowcoming yet, which might be part of the problem.  Im hoping to hear back from Abbey and Katie about what they're doing, otherwise I'm not sure what I'll be doing.  I still have no date, but, that's okay, because I at least asked someone - (yes, I did!) - it was a friendly gesture-I asked Kory if he wanted to go as friends since the girl he wanted to go with turned him down, but because of that he's not really wanting to go anymore, which is understandable.  So, we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then over the weekend my car, once again, decided to be really sweet and break.  I called my uncle and he thinks I'll need to have a new alternator put in.  He said it would be a few hundred bucks, but, he also thought he had an alternator at home (yes, this may seem odd, but he's  a car person) that would work for me, so hopefully that's the case and it will save me some money.  And once again, Lauren - this is not at all your fault -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm home alone again tonight for a while, and I'm going to work out soon, because I haven't done that in a long time, and I owe it to myself to change somethings about me, because they just arent the way I'd like them to be.  And then I have to finish writing my speech for college and maybe start my journals.  Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110720500356394993?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110720500356394993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110720500356394993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110720500356394993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110720500356394993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/supposed-to-be-fun.html' title='Supposed to be Fun.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110693478998137996</id><published>2005-01-28T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T12:53:09.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be damned.</title><content type='html'>So last night I was home alone the most of the night, which was pretty boring, but a nice change.  I fended off a potential stalker as well, wasn't that interesting.  My mom's being pretty cool lately, like last night she didn't tell me to go to bed, even though she usually does after 11, and it kinda surprised me...hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was so tired that I ended up sleeping an extra 15 minutes which caused me to be late, but that's okay, I can be lazy some days.  Today I took this 8 page spanish test first hour, and it was extremely hard.  About half our class was still taking the test when the bell rang, and I didn't do so great on it.  I stopped counting after like 6 I think.  So we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight some of us are going bowling, so that will be fun.  I've just gotta find something to do tomorrow night to keep me occupied so I don't go insane.  So hopefully something will come up, because I need a break from all the stress going on lately.  If anyone has any ideas, I'm up to it, and we've got a hot tub lol.  Just had to throw that one in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend John from Missouri claims he's going to hitchike up here to take me to Snowcoming haha...so wouldn't that be grand if he showed up!  And just to let ya'll know, I can spell Chippewas correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110693478998137996?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110693478998137996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110693478998137996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110693478998137996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110693478998137996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/ill-be-damned.html' title='I&apos;ll be damned.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110679577180122204</id><published>2005-01-27T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:16:11.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Dance to Remember</title><content type='html'>So snowcoming is right around the corner...and I'm going to go, I just haven't decided what I'm going to wear quite yet.  I guess it will depend on my mood that day.  And I still have no date, which is fine, but Josh keeps on hinting to me that he wants to either go with me or at least hang out with me at the dance.  I guess it's nice because he told me tonight I was attractive, but I don't like him that way right now.  So I guess I'm not sure what to do there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good old "Hump Day" - and it was a long day.  During first hour, I suddenly got this extremely awkward shooting pain in my stomach, and it was terrible.  It finally went away after Ashley gave me some Tylenol, but it hurt like hell.  Not to mention the fact that I have a spanish test on Friday and I have no clue how to do half the stuff that will be on it.  Then, during second hour, Mr Loe had me color a map for his freshman kids who are too lazy to do it themselves I guess.  It wasn't too bad except for the fact that I had to look up most of the countries in his book because I had no clue where some of the little countries were at.  The rest of the day wasn't too bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fifth hour I went up to my grandparents to say goodbye to them before they leave for Florida tomorrow morning.  When I got there my Aunt Nancy and Uncle Bill were also there, so it was nice to see them again since the funeral a while back.  Then I had to go meet Jamie after sixth hour so that we could go to Mackinaw City for a meeting.  We met this really nice girl up there and we learned that they only have 16 seniors graduating this year.  That just seems crazy to our 250 plus here.  Then she was like hey I have some leftover birthday cake in my math classroom, want to have some?  Jamie and I were like...sure.  Then we had to go sit through our 2 hour meeting and plan an upcoming event and all that good stuff.  On the way home we jammed out to her Dirty Mixes.  I think that's all I have to say about that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of us are going to get together and go bowling on Friday, so I'm pretty excited about doing that.  Even though I can't bowl, it's still going to be fun.  Oh, and Lauren - I'm listening to the random mix, and I love it.  It's awesome.  Thanks so much.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110679577180122204?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110679577180122204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110679577180122204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110679577180122204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110679577180122204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-dance-to-remember.html' title='Some Dance to Remember'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110651980390916243</id><published>2005-01-23T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:36:43.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another twist-</title><content type='html'>So after all of my exams were taken...I ended up getting to sleep in as late as I wanted to on Friday.  It was wonderful.  Then that night I had to babysit for Mrs. Hopkins, which was good because I made some money, but boring because she came home at like 9, which at that time the basketball game was already over with.  But oh well, I made money, that's all that really counts.  So I just went home and ... can't really remember what I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday I got up at 8 with my mom to go watch my cousin play volleyball, but after we drive to Pellston it turns out that she's not playing there until next weekend--and since there's nothing else to do in Pellston, my mom decides that we're going to go to the consignment stores to try and find me an outfit for snowcoming.  I found this one dress I could wear, but I'm still not convinced that I want to wear it, so I decided not to get it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to Hu-Nan's for lunch (so yummy!).  It seems I've been going there a lot lately-but hey, I'm not complaining.  Then I went home and got my stuff ready to go help my sister out with this benefit dinner she was hosting.  That was crazy...too many people in a small space all trying to do the same thing.  Let's just say I'll never do that again for a while.  Then I called Jason to let him know that John and I were done so that we could still go to the movies (yes, the Jason that was mentioned earlier).  So John and I go back to the apartment to get our stuff, and then we go pick up Jason, and we ended up seeing White Noise.  All I can say is what a strange movie with a stupid ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movie we went to Wal-Mart but then got bored after 10 minutes so we decided we'd head back to the apartment and hang out there since Melissa and Andy were still at the bar.  So we hung out and started watching Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, and then at like 1:45 I took Jason home.  Then I got back and went to bed because I was really tired, and had to sleep on a bed half the size of mine and kept on kicking a wall.  So today I came home and took a nap, and that's about all I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110651980390916243?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110651980390916243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110651980390916243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110651980390916243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110651980390916243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-twist.html' title='Another twist-'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110624908997024354</id><published>2005-01-20T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T14:24:49.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way there...</title><content type='html'>So the year is half over - its hard to believe.  On Wednesday I took my spanish and trig exams.  Spanish was really easy, but trig wasn't so great.  Oh well, I think I did okay, it was just overwhelming.  But, those should be the only exams I'll have to take this year since the seniors get out of them at the end of the year.  It's exciting, for me at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went in during 3rd hour to help Mr. Loe grade exams, because I'm a nice person.  Besides, it gave me something to do ... but now that its over there's nothing else to do.  That's what I can't stand about my life...maybe its just me, but I never do anything.  The majority of my time I stay at home bored.  I hate it.  I just want to do fun things with my friends, but it never seems to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about going shopping at the Gold Mine this afternoon.  No particular thing I'm looking for, just feel like looking.  So if anyone wants to hang out sometime - I'll be here...  The paint fumes are finally subsiding here, after my dad went on a painting mission upstairs and down, and the hot tub's hot (okay yeah, I did just say that lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110624908997024354?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110624908997024354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110624908997024354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110624908997024354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110624908997024354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/half-way-there.html' title='Half way there...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110607755944944862</id><published>2005-01-18T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T14:45:59.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the way...</title><content type='html'>So today during 2nd hour I ran into Katie in the crc, and she had to talk to Mrs. Starkey and then after we went and talked to Jason, Andrew, Ryan, and Kevin...who were all playing cards in the cafeteria.  I stayed and played a few hands and just hung out with them, since Mr. Loe had nothing for me to do today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I had come to the conclusion that I liked Jason, and I wasnt sure what he thought about that.  Today, during 4th hour we were talking online and basically I just told him that I liked him, but wasn't sure what he felt for me...  He then told me that he did like me and would go out with me BUT he has a girlfriend.  I was like well, I'm dissapointed-but at least I didnt get too involved before finding that out for sure.  So, who knows what will happen with us in the future..but for now that leaves me still needing a date for snowcoming (even though I could go stag again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who I'm hanging out with for snowcoming either...I talked to Abbey today and she said I was more than welcome to join them again, and I love those girls to death, but then again, it all depends on what else is happening.  Maybe my mom will be nice to me and let me stay over at someone's house after the dance...but, I'm prolly going to say she'll say no-but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my first college class of the semester tonight...and I'm a little nervous because I dont know anyone in the class yet.  But that could also be a good thing-meeting new people without people from high school knowing me.  We'll see about it.  And then tomorrow are exams...I'm taking spanish 2 and trig tomorrow - ahh.  It's not going to be that bad though...because in spanish we've got to finish watching dodgeball before we can take the test anyways.  After school I talked to Mr. Loe and I'm going to come in during 3rd hour exams and help him grade papers...so that I can at least sleep in a little bit.  I'm excited for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110607755944944862?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110607755944944862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110607755944944862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110607755944944862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110607755944944862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/out-of-way.html' title='Out of the way...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110599272309627490</id><published>2005-01-17T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:12:03.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that's interesting...</title><content type='html'>So right after I said how confused I was about why Jason didn't call me back, he got online and I just asked him about it...  turns out he had gotten in trouble and couldnt call me back, which is a fair excuse because it could have happened to me.  We might hang out tonight, I told him to call me if he wants to do something, so I guess we'll just wait and see what happens with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110599272309627490?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110599272309627490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110599272309627490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110599272309627490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110599272309627490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/thats-interesting.html' title='that&apos;s interesting...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110598445647309844</id><published>2005-01-17T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T12:54:16.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I said that Adam and I were over, but today he saw me with Katie in the hall and smiled at me again, yet the other day he just totally ignored me.  I don't understand him right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'm not sure what's happening with Jason either ... we were going to hang out on Thursday night, but neither of us had our cars that night, so we were going to hang out on Friday.  So I called him the next day, and he said he had to call me back in an hour, but he never called me back.  I'm not sure what he meant by that...I mean if he just didn't want to hang out with me, I would rather he just come out and say it rather than keep me wondering.  Katie didn't think he did it on purpose, and I really hope she's right, because I think I'm falling for him...and well, I do need a snowcoming date.   So I just dont know what's up with that ... I feel like I should call him today, but I don't know what I'm going to say to him, and I don't want to make him feel bad or make myself upset over it...I just want to know what's going on.  If anyone has any ideas on what I should do, please let me know, I could use them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was pretty fun besides all that though...Friday, I ended up going to the basketball game and then I decided I'd not try and drive to Lauren's house because of the weather to be safe, even though I would have if I trusted myself driving in the winter more.  I ended up going home and falling asleep within the first 10 minutes of a movie.  It was like 10:00, how pathetic is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I took my cousin, who admires me (seriously), out to lunch at Hu-Nan's, which was fun.  Then I went home for a while and made plans with Amanda and Kalie to go to dinner and a movie that night.  Amanda and I ended up seeing Coach Carter, which I thought was really good, I'd definately see it again sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I went shopping with my mom, and did my trig homework and my laundry.  Pretty low key, but I was just so confused that I wasnt sure what to do with myself.  I ended up cleaning my room and listening to an old mix of songs - which was kind of relaxing, in a way.  Well, hopefully I will figure out what in the world is going on with all this stuff soon, because I'm sick of always being so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110598445647309844?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110598445647309844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110598445647309844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110598445647309844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110598445647309844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/confusion.html' title='Confusion...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110564864388320746</id><published>2005-01-13T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T15:37:23.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's out of there.</title><content type='html'>I've officially decided to add one more name to the list of boys...Adam.  I can't believe he's being so mean to me.  I have come to the conclusion that he is avoiding me and its really quite sad.  If he can't be man enough to talk to me he's going to get it...hmm maybe because we work together in the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110564864388320746?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110564864388320746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110564864388320746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110564864388320746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110564864388320746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/hes-out-of-there.html' title='He&apos;s out of there.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110556943233857288</id><published>2005-01-12T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T17:37:12.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good with the Bad</title><content type='html'>So last night I was excited because I was actually going to have something fun to do.  I met up with Lauren, Christina, Katelin, Andrew, and Matt in Mrs. Simon's room ... Katelin, Lauren, and Christina went to a softball meeting, and Matt, Andrew, and I went to go get our Chinese for dinner.  We stopped at the bank for Matt and Andrew drove his car around back and Matt couldnt find it - it was hilarious (although you might have to be there to get the idea). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...we stopped and got some pop and met back at the school to eat dinner.  Then we decided to go back to Matt's house to watch movies, play poker, or play video games since we couldnt watch the Piston's Game.  We ended up watching Identity, and it was kind of crazy.  An interesting plot, and a surprising end...it made me jump a few times.  But overall, it was a fun night for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a delayed start, and I got to sleep in, which was nice.  Then afterwards I headed to get an oil change with my Uncle Bill in Bay Shore...and ended up having $219 and some cents put into my car to fix something that he knew would break eventually if I didnt.  Then, I ran to wal-mart for something, and stopped and talked to my mom.  I got home, and told my dad that my car didnt seem like it was starting very well...and now he thinks I'm going to have to get a new battery.  I mean fine, we can do that, but why all of this today.  I just seem to be having a lot of bad luck with my car, and myself...considering the fact that I gave myself a blister stapeling papers for Mr. Loe this morning (oh yeah, its true). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, that's everything that's happened to me so far ... and let's just hope that I have a string of good luck soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110556943233857288?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110556943233857288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110556943233857288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110556943233857288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110556943233857288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/good-with-bad.html' title='Good with the Bad'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110545630597017035</id><published>2005-01-11T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:12:28.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A. Song</title><content type='html'>She hangs around the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;She's a local girl with local scars&lt;br /&gt;She got home late&lt;br /&gt;She got home late&lt;br /&gt;She drank so hard the bottle ached&lt;br /&gt;And she tried and she tried and she tried and she tried&lt;br /&gt;But nothin's clear in a bar full a flies&lt;br /&gt;So she takes and she takes, she takes and she takes&lt;br /&gt;She understands when she gives it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I gotta get outta this town&lt;br /&gt;Man I gotta get outta this pain&lt;br /&gt;Man I gotta get outta this town&lt;br /&gt;Outta this town and out of L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gotta gun&lt;br /&gt;She's gotta gun&lt;br /&gt;She got a gun she calls the lucky one&lt;br /&gt;She left a note right by the phone&lt;br /&gt;"Don't leave a message 'cause this ain't no home"&lt;br /&gt;And she cried and she cried and she cried and she cried&lt;br /&gt;She cried so long her tears ran dry&lt;br /&gt;Then she laughed and she laughed, she laughed and she laughed&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she knew she was never comin' back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm gonna get outta this town&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm gonna get outta this pain&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm gonna get outta this town&lt;br /&gt;Outta this town &amp;amp; out of L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all she loves&lt;br /&gt;It's all she hates&lt;br /&gt;It's all too much for her to take&lt;br /&gt;She can't be sure just where it ends or where the good life begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she took a train&lt;br /&gt;She took a train&lt;br /&gt;To a little old town without a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met a man&lt;br /&gt;He took her in&lt;br /&gt;But fed her all the same bullshit again&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he lied and he lied and he lied and he lied&lt;br /&gt;He lied like a salesman sellin' flies&lt;br /&gt;So she screamed and she screamed and she screamed and she screamed&lt;br /&gt;It's a different place&lt;br /&gt;But the same old thang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I love&lt;br /&gt;It's all I hate&lt;br /&gt;It's all too much for me to take&lt;br /&gt;I can't be sure where it begins&lt;br /&gt;Or if the good life lies within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I gotta get out of this town&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now I gotta get back on that train&lt;br /&gt;Man I gotta get out of this town&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta my pain&lt;br /&gt;So I'm goin' back to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Back to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;Back to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I'm going back to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' back to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L.A. Song" - Beth Hart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110545630597017035?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110545630597017035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110545630597017035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110545630597017035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110545630597017035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/la-song.html' title='L.A. Song'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110539720188272517</id><published>2005-01-10T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T17:54:21.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boys...</title><content type='html'>My mom has always said "boys...can't live with them, can't live without them..." and I'm finally coming to understand this very well. I guess you could say that I've matured lol in some ways, because people at the country club no longer know me as the 16-year-old-who-looks-18-and-should-be-able-to-serve-me-drinks-girl. But what's even worse, is that I won't be able to serve drinks until at the end of August, when I'll be coming back up from downstate to work since I'll be at college. I guess you can say that with my "new self" I have gained some confidence, which has helped me meet boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've gotten myself off track - oh yes, I was talking about boys. Well, there's so much to tell, where do I start. Let's think back to all the boys that have been very stubborn: Scott, David, Andrew, yes, I think that names them all. I don't want to put any more names on this list!! Lol! Anyways, way back during break, there was this time when I met up with this guy, who shall remain nameless at this time. So, being me, I was all like this could be something great, I hope something happens with us. Well, because I'm so smart (and I guess this goes for him too) that we never exchanged phone numbers... (yes, can we say STUPID). And being that we don't have any classes together, we don't talk very much, and when we do, its online for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm left sitting here wondering what (if anything) will happen with us. Some people told me I should just talk to him, which I would, but I never have a chance to actually have a conversation with him. If I do see him in the hall, we say hi. Although the other day he saw me and gave me a cute smile and a hey, so of course, I tried my hardest not to be dumb and smiled back and said hi. So that got me wondering, what in the heck am I supposed to do now? I want to hang out with him again, but some other people said that I should wait and have him ask me to hang out, which is fine, but we never really get to talk, so I don't know how we're ever going to be able to make plans. Hmph...enough talking about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping after school today - Got a few things downtown, nothing super-super exciting. Well, I think I'm going to go and clean my room since I don't have any homework to do tonight. So unless something really interesting comes up I'll be at home, bored out of my mind. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110539720188272517?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110539720188272517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110539720188272517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110539720188272517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110539720188272517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/boys.html' title='boys...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110537828176910553</id><published>2005-01-10T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:31:21.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sleepy.</title><content type='html'>So the weekend wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible either.  Friday I was going to go bowling with Amanda after the basketball game, but that fell through, and it was too late to find anything else to do.  So I stayed home and burned some cd's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday I had to babysit for Mrs. Hopkins.  Her girls are so cute, they're going to be so pretty when they're older: blonde hair, blue eyes...  But hey, what's wrong with brown hair, brown eyes?  So I was able to make some money to spend, which is what I plan to do today after school.  I'm not quite sure what I'm going to spend it on, but I'm sure I will find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually all into shopping, so when my mom, sister, and I went to Kohl's, I knew I would be able to find something cute to buy with my money.  But no, I found nothing.  No clothes, no jewlery, no shoes, no purses.  It really made me mad, so I'm determined to find something to buy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back into town, we went to the college to workout, and I brought my cd player and listend to Dashboard Confessional - "A Mark, A Brand, A Mission, A Scar" (I think that's it) and it was so wonderful.  I was able to concentrate less on the fact that I'm out of shape and more on my music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a meeting after school and then I'm going to go over to Jamie's house and hang out for a while, plus we've got to find a pair of jeans that I've wanted to borrow for forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where I heard this, but I've heard that the theme for Snowcoming is "A Rave" - so I've got this cute bright pink shirt that Jamie gave me that I am going to wear, but I either have to find a cute skirt to wear with it of a pair of jeans, cuz the black skirt that I have is way too conservative for the shirt.  Now...I've just got to find a &lt;strong&gt;hot &lt;/strong&gt;date to take with me.  Yes, I am a dork, and I will admit that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110537828176910553?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110537828176910553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110537828176910553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110537828176910553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110537828176910553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-sleepy.html' title='I&apos;m Sleepy.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110493858860472125</id><published>2005-01-05T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T10:23:08.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again...</title><content type='html'>Here I am once again sitting in the library with nothing to do.  I've already done my spanish homework for today and Mr. Loe didnt have much for me to do. So I'm just hanging out in the library with Brad and Andrew and they're silly.  I would leave and actually do something productive, but it's too cold for me to go outside, plus I would lose my parking spot and I dont want to have to walk farther in the cold again later.  Oh well, I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was our big basketball game, but it wasn't so big this time.  I met up with Lauren, Katelin, Andrew, Christina, Stephanie, Emily, and Matt (at least I think that was him...I wasnt sure though..) before the game, which was far more exciting than the game was.  When the game started, we were all excited for the game, and then once we started playing, we realized that we werent going to do so well, so we all just kinda shut up.  Then at halftime most of the kids left.  It was certainly a waste of my $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game I went home and just sat around being bored, like I always do.  Im not sure why, but I felt really lonely and depressed last night, it was just like all of a sudden it hit me.  It seems that I just never do anything fun anymore.  Most of the time I just sit at home with nothing to do, and I hate it, yet I never do anything about it.  I think my mom could tell I was feeling weird, but I went to bed so that was the end of it.  I know that you all probably dont care about what I say, but it always helps me to put my feelings down in words.  Well, hopefully my life will be a little more fun soon, because Im not sure how much longer I can take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110493858860472125?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110493858860472125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110493858860472125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110493858860472125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110493858860472125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/once-again_05.html' title='Once Again...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110485049381549499</id><published>2005-01-04T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T09:54:53.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again.</title><content type='html'>So we're finally back in school again for a while before our exams, and I'm already sick of it.  I'm sitting in the library with nothing to do right now, and it's extremely boring.  But that's life, and I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night I got some pictures back that I developed, attempted to scan them into the computer, until it decided to just not work anymore.  I got one of them scanned, and then I just gave up.  Then Jon came over because he and Ryan were going to go bowling (yes Lauren, you know what I'm thinking) lol.  Too bad he is going to Ferris and he's gotta go back in a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited for the basketball game tonight, because we get to play our rival, Charlevoix.  It's always exciting, and I hope that a lot of people are there, because it makes it much more fun to watch.  I'm meeting up with Lauren and Katelin before so that I can sit with someone I know, and not by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've still got 25 minutes until class is over, but I've run out of things to say, go figure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110485049381549499?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110485049381549499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110485049381549499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110485049381549499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110485049381549499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-again.html' title='Back Again.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110469618366305708</id><published>2005-01-02T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T15:03:03.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year...</title><content type='html'>So it's the beginning of 2005 - lots of exciting things for me:  graduation, going to college, turning 18, having some independence.  It's exciting, but it's also a little scary when I think about it.  It's hard to realize that in six months, high school will be over for us, and we'll move on.  You never realize how fast high school goes by until now.  But, for now, I'm going to embrace the rest of high school and have as much fun as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve I had to babysit for these rich people in Bay Harbor, made $80, but had some guy back into my car because he neglected to look out of his mirrors.  So, once again, I couldn't hang out with my friends for New Years, but it's okay, because I made good money, and my car still works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have a job for the winter, which is becoming a pain because if I need money, I have to take it out of my savings, but once I start working at the country club again in the summer I'll be able to put a lot of it back.  And then I'll be spending it all getting all my stuff ready for college ... which is kind of scary to think about, but I also can't wait for it to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110469618366305708?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110469618366305708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110469618366305708' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110469618366305708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110469618366305708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9376407.post-110269110005105856</id><published>2004-12-10T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:18:40.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a break.</title><content type='html'>christmas just isnt the same this year, and I can't talk to anyone about it because it just wouldnt be right.  I wish I could, because it would help me so much, but I cant, I have to keep my word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the talent show was on wednesday, and that was a lot of fun, getting to work backstage and seeing it all come together so well.  I think we did pretty good, plus the bands and singers and rappers were great.  I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new cell phone yesterday, I was so excited.  Haha I'm such a dork ... if anyone needs my new number let me know and I'll tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the first home basketball game that I will actually attend as a spectator, not a cheerleader.  It's going to be strange, at least I think, because I have done it for so long, but then again it will be nice to just hang out with everyone instead of just watching from a distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I have to take the ACT which means I have to get up super early, but then I have to babysit for my mom's coworker and that will bring in some good money :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9376407-110269110005105856?l=kimberly05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/feeds/110269110005105856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9376407&amp;postID=110269110005105856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110269110005105856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9376407/posts/default/110269110005105856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberly05.blogspot.com/2004/12/give-me-break.html' title='Give me a break.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09861832998771762528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y63/kbhall05/anotherkim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
