<?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-36676115</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:49:09.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAYLA'S BLOG NO TOUCHY!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116517059163916479</id><published>2006-12-03T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T10:31:01.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion that I don't want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I guess that I am not really confused &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going through a rough time. I just like to say the things that I am not feeling in order to grab &lt;em&gt;attention &lt;/em&gt;or better yet, &lt;em&gt;sympathy&lt;/em&gt;. And I get mixed up in hurting people. Why Niles loves me, I have no idea. I can't even hold his hand or write something down without him feeling like it is his fault. And maybe I just should just shut up. And we do talk and I hate it when he says that we are going to end up like Sam and PK, because we aren't. I would never be that selfish, I need attention, but at the same time, I don't want it. I am confusing, and okay, he gets that I don't show my affection in the same ways as every one else, but still. What more con I do? I can't take this sometimes. We just don't talk and when we do, we don't talk about the right stuff. It is so hidden, and we just put it in our blogs. AND IT ISN"T HELPING!!!!! I can't gah!?!?! I am aso lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116517059163916479?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116517059163916479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116517059163916479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116517059163916479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116517059163916479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/confusion-that-i-dont-want.html' title='Confusion that I don&apos;t want'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116517007916263037</id><published>2006-12-03T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T10:23:07.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I guess that now would be a good time to post this. I wrote this about a month or so before me and Niles were going out, and I haven't really touched it. And after reading it, it seems funny, because the first part is how I was feeling, but the rest is more of a non-mine situation, but now this poem is semi true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I wish the walk was longer, so that I could stand by him.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell him how I felt about him.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that he thought I was perfect for him.&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I thought he was perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't.&lt;br /&gt;He only wants her.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want him to want her.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think he wants me.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want him to want me.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want him to feel my pain.&lt;br /&gt;But he does want to feel my pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want him to love me.&lt;br /&gt;But he does love me.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that I love him.&lt;br /&gt;And I do.&lt;br /&gt;And what could be wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116517007916263037?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116517007916263037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116517007916263037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116517007916263037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116517007916263037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116511754138788161</id><published>2006-12-02T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:45:41.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How crazy, how crazy I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I feel like urrrgh. I hate confusing people when I don't mean to. I hate the fact that I rebel, that I lie, that I feel the urge to do something and I don't do it. I just want to be someone else for a little. Not that I don't like the state that I am in, it is just that I wish that I could know things without hurting people, and I dunno... I know that everything will work out. And this isn't even how I feel. Because I am fine. Niles thinks that I am like 'eww get away from me' but nothing seems right. There is no timing that fits to hold his hand or to hug him. And when you try so hard, it just doesn't seem to come. And I have no idea what my sudden urges to pull away or to touch someone or say a word is. It just &lt;em&gt;comes&lt;/em&gt; and he doesn't get it I think. I have different ways of showing affection, and that is me. I am akward and unpredictable. Which I hate sometimes, but love at others. And I want to stop writing but I can't Niles blog almost made me cry, and I don't think that it was out of sadness, or anger, or happiness. I just wanted to. I haven't cryed in so long. No song makes me cry, but some make me &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; but I guess that I am just not sensitive enough, you have to cut deep into me to get me to cry. And those avatars and trophy are something that made me happy. It is so simple, something that I adore. Like a rose. And that is it. Would make me happy. And that is just the most weirdest thing.... but really I am like my mom. And I am making no sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116511754138788161?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116511754138788161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116511754138788161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116511754138788161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116511754138788161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-crazy-how-crazy-i-am.html' title='How crazy, how crazy I am...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116459937165948451</id><published>2006-11-26T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:49:31.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Nothing was selected, nada, zip, zero)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Yipededoo, I am so tired. I wonder why... Yea, I hate being a girl sometimes. And we had to go to the mall too. Grr. Non excing shopping and having to get stuff that is not very umm, yea. Just not going to say it. I have gotten back to listening to No Doubt and Gwen Stefani. Which is semi sad. For me at least, I thought I wouldn't go back into that phase. So sad. I have math to do. Lemme tell you. I have told Niles some things that I didn't even tell Jordan. And I trusted him, I almost cryed. I haven't cryed in the longest time. My throat goes dry and my eyes almost drop a tear. But I stop. I guess that I have no reason to be sad. I look around and see what I have. And I am glad and gratful for it. This is the only blog I have. And I like it. But this isn't all of me I guess. I posted the lyrics because I love the song and I just felt like hey, it should be posted somewhere, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;(EWW MATH!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116459937165948451?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116459937165948451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116459937165948451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116459937165948451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116459937165948451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothing-was-selected-nada-zip-zero.html' title='(Nothing was selected, nada, zip, zero)'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116459366984164661</id><published>2006-11-26T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:18:19.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, I'm in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Friday I'm in Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;By the Cure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I don't care if monday's blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Tuesday's grey and wednesday too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Thursday i don't care about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;It's friday i'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Tuesday wednesday break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Thursday doesn't even start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;It's friday i'm in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wait&lt;br /&gt;And sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;But friday never hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if monday's black&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday wednesday heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Thursday never looking back&lt;br /&gt;It's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can hold your head&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday wednesday stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;Or thursday watch the walls instead&lt;br /&gt;It's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wait&lt;br /&gt;And sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;But friday never hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful surprise&lt;br /&gt;To see your shoes and your spirits rise&lt;br /&gt;Throwing out your frown&lt;br /&gt;And just smiling at the sound&lt;br /&gt;And as sleek as a shriek&lt;br /&gt;Spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Always take a big bite It's such a gorgeous sight&lt;br /&gt;To see you eat in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;You can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;It's friday I'm in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116459366984164661?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116459366984164661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116459366984164661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116459366984164661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116459366984164661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday-im-in-love.html' title='Friday, I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116399904954151633</id><published>2006-11-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:04:09.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Woa, I haven't written in almost a week. (Sorry Niles) I have this thing where I always push the enter button after I write a sentence. Too much messenger... I have this whole week off thanks to Thanksgiving. (Get it, thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Thanks&lt;/strong&gt;giving, omg funny.) I get to see my friend Jordan, sure, she is a prep but I think that it has to do somewhat with me not being there for her. I really want to meet her new and second boyfriend. (Which is amazing seeing how pretty and wild she is.) So, I am planning to have her over and she wants to see a movie. Which sounds great to me. She also wants Niles to come... I don't know how that will go over, my mom will be fine with it, but not his, well at least I think. I dunno, surprise me. =) So after talking to Jordan for like an hour, I am tired. I am excited for break, but not really looking forward for two more months of a pregnant mother. Not fun I must say. I got to watch the making of the music video for Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic! at the Disco. It was on Fuse and I was like OMG OMG OMG OMG because they are my favorite band, I call myself the screaming girl fan. Well, I am tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116399904954151633?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116399904954151633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116399904954151633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116399904954151633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116399904954151633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116347684350908439</id><published>2006-11-13T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:00:43.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Oh I have so much to say. I am so jumbled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I am confused;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;What does love feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Am I feeling it, or am I just in puppy love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I want it all to stop;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Stop the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Let me say what I want to say to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Let my emotions spill;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Let me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Let me hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Let me feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I want it to come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;And it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;What happened to me know one knows, and I thought that I learned how to talk about things, but now I don't and I just lost. I fell, and now I have to get up. And I have you by my side this time. It isn't your fault. I feel so bad inside. I want it to go away. Just leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116347684350908439?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116347684350908439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116347684350908439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116347684350908439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116347684350908439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116331261310216469</id><published>2006-11-11T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:23:33.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swept Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Nothing seems to hit the ground when you are in the sky, when you can never come down. And when I do, oh what will I do? When there isn't any more me and you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I am turning emo, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I guess that everything is good. I am happy and hated and people are jealous of me, and my friends are turning into people I don't know... But I am okay. I found out who Mel's love is. Cody... he is 'the man of my dreams' as Mel says. Another day on messenger she put, I am in love, but does he love me too? 12 year olds sometimes (I am so much mature, being a 13 year old and all...), I don't even talk that way about Niles. Which is right ot is it wrong? I don't think that you can love someone after dating them for a week. I hope that he sweeps me off my feet. I have nothing to lose, I guess, I am jumbled up inside. I feel bad for how I treat people. Mmm, so nothing is new, nothing at all... and I am not being sarcastic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116331261310216469?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116331261310216469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116331261310216469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116331261310216469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116331261310216469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/swept-up.html' title='Swept Up'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116312159108455254</id><published>2006-11-09T17:10:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:06:43.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I have so many things to say. Okay so yesterday, I was as mad as heck. I wanted to cry, and stomp around. (So mature, I know) I talked to Niles, and he just said that I needed alone time. So I sat in my room and did nothing. It worked, who knew that guys were smart? I love you Niles tee hee. Panic! did a cover of Maneater, check-check-check it out. (Over in my links) Like the new blog page? I know it pwns beyond your belief. Anyways I have had some things to say. My cheek is numb from having to get a filling about an hour ago. I couldn't go on the field trip today either, seeing as my app. was @ oh 3:30. Totally sucked. That would be 2 of the 3 field trips this year that I have missed. Tomorrow I am going over to Taylor's and we are going to walk to Safeway and get Ice-Cream. Then we will watch chick flicks. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116312159108455254?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116312159108455254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116312159108455254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116312159108455254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116312159108455254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/whew_116312159108455254.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116305078218766697</id><published>2006-11-08T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:07:09.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokey pokey, no one cared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I thought that the world was great. Everything is always so perfect. You get everything that you want, and you are happy. Love and joy, life has them. But everytime that I find either, I just fall. Right back to where I was. I haven't updated for a little so lemme fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;A new girl named Coral came into our class. (bricks are smarter than her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Julian is in love with Coral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Lots of people are mad at me because I am dating Niles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Bekah confessed her love to Niles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Niles is debating on whether or not to hold my hand. (8-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;So yea, lots going on. And for some reason, Julian just thinks that I hate Coral and am jealous of her. Yea I want to be just like her, big boobs, pretty face, no brain. I can see why everyone is just &lt;i&gt;dying&lt;/i&gt; to be her. It made me mad when he said that. I am not jealous of her. And it is just like what happened before with Niles, "You disapprove of who I like don't you?" Why does everyone care so much, it is my opinion, not yours everyone needs to worry about themselves. Sometimes I just wish that the world was a lot smarter. Today, she at silent reading I was sitting next to Niles and Coral was next to him. She kept scooting closer and closer to Niles. It bothered me, but I trust Niles, I know that he is loyal and even if he doesn't shove her away, he keeps his distance. And having to deal with Coral is just one small step into the real world... High School is sure to be a rude awakening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116305078218766697?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116305078218766697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116305078218766697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116305078218766697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116305078218766697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/hokey-pokey-no-one-cared.html' title='Hokey pokey, no one cared...'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116276060117738913</id><published>2006-11-05T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:13:44.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whateva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, this is a little weird, I don't have anything to write about. Hmm, let's start with Friday. I came home and my little sister was sick. =o I know &lt;strong&gt;*le gasp*&lt;/strong&gt; anyways, me and my mom went out to lunch. Then I went to Mel's and we sat there just laughing at her cat. He looks like a &lt;em&gt;bulldog&lt;/em&gt;. o.o Later at like 6:00 Nikki had her B-day party (Nikki is Mel's older sis). There was a scavenger hunt then we played musical sherades and DDR. Mhm that was fun. Then on Saturday we had to go baby shopping (my mom is a &lt;strong&gt;preggie&lt;/strong&gt;; =ox5 billion). And then I went to Darci's after talking to Niles, Hannah, and Lacey and &lt;em&gt;killing&lt;/em&gt; the phone battery. =) Yea and now today I am stuck in my house doing nothing, yay me. I told Niles that I would put my old posts up, but I don't think I will. &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116276060117738913?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116276060117738913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116276060117738913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116276060117738913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116276060117738913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/whateva.html' title='Whateva'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116251734080919064</id><published>2006-11-02T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:09:48.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(no subject specified) =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Holy crap! I am dating Niles nah nah, nah nah nah, and you can't have him. I know I am such a blonde/ screaming fan girl type. It was a sad day and now it is a happy day. Halloween pwned. I can't wait for next year when me and Ashley are going to be the 50's poodle skirt girls. It is so going to rock. I would update this blog and put my other posts on, but &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people may read it. And that would be so mean. =( I am excited and sad and happy and yay. It is just awesome, I am going to be a screaming fan girl, the only thing I need to complete my awesome soap opera is tickets and a ride to the Panic! at the Disco concert. That would be absolutely perfect...&lt;br /&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116251734080919064?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116251734080919064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116251734080919064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116251734080919064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116251734080919064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-subject-specified.html' title='(no subject specified) =)'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116226690751527705</id><published>2006-10-30T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:32:14.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OoOhH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gah tired I am going to bed soon. Nothing really even happened today. Taylor got grounded from her computer like yesterday. And I won for Secretary. Umm school was okay I guess. It was like always, but we had to take notes on that one Sneetches movie. It was lame and we were all mad and stuff. The rest of the day was fun though. We started Speedball in gym =P. That is dumb. I always get hit in the head with flying soccer balls. There is still snow on the ground and people were trying to put it down random people's shirts and then I socked Micheal for trying to put it down mine. The world is spinning, so I guess everything is alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116226690751527705?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116226690751527705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116226690751527705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116226690751527705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116226690751527705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooohh.html' title='OoOhH'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116226144020946923</id><published>2006-10-30T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:32:28.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Ha ha Grant I deleted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116226144020946923?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116226144020946923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116226144020946923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116226144020946923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116226144020946923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/ha.html' title='Ha'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36676115.post-116192550535465479</id><published>2006-10-26T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:33:02.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Umm, snowday, yay! So no school and my 1st post on this blog. I am not Emo, I like the Nightmare before Christmas, Panic! at the Disco, Blink 182, The All American Rejects, purple, and my friends. I don't like kissups/ teacher's pets. So that is what I needed to get clear. Ummm, so yea I will post lata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36676115-116192550535465479?l=kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116192550535465479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36676115&amp;postID=116192550535465479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116192550535465479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36676115/posts/default/116192550535465479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylas-theblogofmeandsoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/snowday.html' title='Snowday!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16635256590317899817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
