<?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-8007193</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:01:21.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kiiiiiiiiiim</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110988228094578423</id><published>2005-03-03T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:38:00.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. Like 50 of them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerfufflekim/5788836/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5788836_0f649bda9a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerfufflekim/5788836/"&gt;my dog is a wolverine&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kerfufflekim/"&gt;KerfuffleKim&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night I was just taking random pictures...and this happens to be one of them. I must say, my dog looks like a freaking beast...or a wolverine as Emily puts it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pictures. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110988228094578423?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110988228094578423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110988228094578423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110988228094578423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110988228094578423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes-like-50-of-them.html' title='Yes. Like 50 of them!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110970972474956415</id><published>2005-03-01T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:42:04.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I finally talked to Cara. I decided I've been waiting too long...and I needed to just get it out. And I did...and things seem to be cool now. I feel relived. She apologized...I did the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't really have much time to write more. If you want me to tell you more about it...just IM me or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Time for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110970972474956415?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110970972474956415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110970972474956415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110970972474956415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110970972474956415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110904331333061232</id><published>2005-02-21T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T06:44:56.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeeeeeeehawwwwwww!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerfufflekim/5150822/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5150822_037bba5eb4_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerfufflekim/5150822/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kerfufflekim/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KerfuffleKim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've had such an incredibly awesome weekend. I think I shall share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was True Love Waits as you all may recall. And I must say, this year was probably the best one I've been to yet. 'Twas a lot of fun...and I got some prizes...which I left at the retarded restaurant. Didn't realize it until I got in the car. Oh well. I'm sure they kept it for me. haha. I've got plenty of pictures posted on my Flickr sites if you wanted to check those out. And Larry has the disk with the pictures on them...so ask him for it if you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed the night at my other house. Those were good times. Nathan and Aaron came over for a little bit...and Nathan can't reproduce. hahahahahaha. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it was time for bed...I hopped into Em's and bugged her and Danielle. We made shadows..and then I got kicked out. haha. Then I went to Liv's room...and we talked for a little while..then I ended up falling asleep at some point. "Who's Paul?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Em, Val, Liv, Meghan, Danielle, Amber, and Becca all went shopping. We were looking for something I could wear to the Sadie Hawkins...but nothing seemed to work. But I had fun shopping anyways...even though I didn't buy anything. I have no luck with clothes. Companies need to realize that not everyone has legs that are &gt;...&lt; ye big. Retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around the house later on..drinking my cappy...waiting for dad to get back with the Rav. He finally got home and we headed off to Rob and Becca's forrrrrrrr......Emily's suprise party!! It turned out pretty good. She didn't even expect it. Muwhahahaha. So that was a lot of fun...and a great turnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...went to church...then I had to work from 1-5..cause I took Saturday off. I started working in the kitchen, which I make fries, and most of the chicken stuff...tenders, originals, chicken whoppers, tendercrisp, and there's also a few other select things like chili and salad. I actually like it a little better back in the kitchen. There's more people to talk to, it's not rushed as much, and a lot of times I just stand around and do nothing. haha. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At youth group, I was kind of feeling crappy the first part of it. My head hurt and I was pooped from work. I was alright after service though. I guess all you need is a little bit of God's word to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alana stayed the night. Once again, it was fun. We watched videos...and stuff. haha. No stories this time. Sorry folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work from 11-7 today. First time working a whole day. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get married.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110904331333061232?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110904331333061232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110904331333061232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110904331333061232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110904331333061232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/02/yeeeeeeeehawwwwwww.html' title='Yeeeeeeeehawwwwwww!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110870380013401425</id><published>2005-02-18T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:16:40.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an Update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel like updating. I really don't know why...considering there's not much to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today is the annual True Love Waits dinner. Can't wait. I love getting all dressed up and hanging out with everyone. It's the perfect picture taking time.  Yay! And if Larry ends up doing what he told the media team...then it's going to be super awesome! Although it'll be super awesome anyways. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Emily's birthday was yesterday. Next year...she can buy some booze and we can have a big party! Anyone want to come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went into work today...and right when I walked in I was told, "you're not on the schedule today." What the freaking crap is that? Hm. Yeah. Thanks for telling me that in advanced. Idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm amazed at how stupid people can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to go somewhere on Spring Break. Road trip, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This weekend is going to be so much fun. I plan on going shopping with some peeps on Saturday....to look for a dress or whatev for the Sadie Hawkinssssss. Oh oh oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Four day weekend. How awesome is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is totally out of order....and pretty random too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss Guatemala terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I ran out of things to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110870380013401425?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110870380013401425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110870380013401425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110870380013401425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110870380013401425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/02/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an Update....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110835311411198242</id><published>2005-02-13T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:57:08.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Shall I Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I hate confronting people. I'm so terrible at it...if I even do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What do I say to her? What do I say to someone who's used me so many times? Someone who's always so caught up in themselves that they don't even think to ask you if anythings wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know they've been through a lot themselves...but c'mon. You can't do that to me. Give me some space to my own. I don't need &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;of your problems placed upon me. I've already got enough on my plate. But you just keep on adding to that pile. There are other people in this world that can help you out. Better yet, God can help you out. He can help you out more than anyone of us can. Perhaps you should try to go to Him first. Oh. And don't use everyone. Maybe that way you can keep your friends. And not that many people would have a problem with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How can she &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;realize everything? Seriously. I don't understand how a person could be so dumbfounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hopefully I can tell her soon. Once I figure out what I need to say to her...I shall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But as for now...just pray for me I guess. And Val....thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;3  :love:  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110835311411198242?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110835311411198242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110835311411198242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110835311411198242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110835311411198242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-shall-i-say.html' title='What Shall I Say?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110809692691716001</id><published>2005-02-10T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:42:06.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand Spankin' New!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I made a new xanga mainly for pictures. Check it out sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/PityShow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;www.xanga.com/PityShow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110809692691716001?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110809692691716001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110809692691716001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110809692691716001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110809692691716001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/02/brand-spankin-new.html' title='Brand Spankin&apos; New!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110767182719646861</id><published>2005-02-06T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:42:33.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall of Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerfufflekim/4335083/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4335083_5f452ddc0e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerfufflekim/4335083/"&gt;Hall of Fame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kerfufflekim/"&gt;KerfuffleKim&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Derek's house is so flippin sweet! And his hallways. Wow. Amazing. It made me feel like I was at Planet Hollywood! All I can say is...I want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My weekend has been pretty good so far. Last night I went over to Jenny's church to celebrate her birthday. We played Underground Church. And for any of you that have been in her church...you know how freaky it is. Especially the basement. It made me and Alana pee our pants. haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went to media team today. I hadn't been there for quite a while. At least three weeks. And then I had to work from 3-7. Went over to Derek's...and that brings me to now...which I'm 'doing nothing'...and I'm about to go to bed cause I'm freaking tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have a hard time sleeping at other people's houses sometimes. Like last night, I stayed at Jen's...and I kept on waking up at night. I'd say I woke up more than 10 times. It was ridiculous. I don't even know why I did. Perhaps cause I was so hot that I was sweating. But yeah..it's just weird. I usually sleep good at other people's houses...but last night was just one of those nights when I couldn't get much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That was a pointless story. I hope you enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffy noses suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:love:&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110767182719646861?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110767182719646861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110767182719646861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110767182719646861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110767182719646861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/02/hall-of-fame.html' title='Hall of Fame'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110731473336944370</id><published>2005-02-01T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:25:33.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's wrong, eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I really don't see how people can do things to hurt others, and act like nothing is wrong. Ok...I'll give you an example....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jaimie...as many of you may know her...hung out with me, Alana, Jenny and a few others for quite a long time. We've all been really close friends for a while. And then all of us sudden...Jaimie pretty much just "dumps" us, and starts hanging out with this chicked named Tina.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And what else does she do? She stops going to church, and starts hanging with the wrong crowd, and goes back to the old Jaimie. Not cool at all. I have no idea what her deal is lately. I don't know if she just dumped us so she could be friends with crackhead Tina....so she could once again become a crackhead, or what. She's freaking stupid. And she doesn't even talk to me anymore! Even when I'm like, "hi", she doesn't really seem to care. She might smile back or something...but I mean dang. I don't know what her deal is....but I don't like it very much. Is she &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to lose all of her best friends? I don't see what she is trying to do. All I know is that I don't want to lose a good friend like that. But it's not really my decision. Jaimie has to make that one on her own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Go ahead. Act like nothing's wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People make me mad sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110731473336944370?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110731473336944370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110731473336944370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110731473336944370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110731473336944370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothings-wrong-eh.html' title='Nothing&apos;s wrong, eh?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110705582330910917</id><published>2005-01-29T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:37:52.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's a Dollar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerfufflekim/3972650/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos1.flickr.com/3972650_a9bfc53604_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerfufflekim/3972650/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dollar Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kerfufflekim/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KerfuffleKim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is one of my favorite stores. I can actually afford everything in there. haha. They seriously have some really cool stuff. That's where I get a lot of my "gag gifts" for people's birthdays. Like Liv's. I got her card there...and her new boyfriend. And I got Hill's cowboy outfit there. Wow. I could shop there all day. It's the next best thing to Wal-Mart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110705582330910917?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110705582330910917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110705582330910917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110705582330910917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110705582330910917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/01/everythings-dollar.html' title='Everything&apos;s a Dollar!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110676954501449561</id><published>2005-01-26T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:59:05.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>your mom goes to college</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time for another update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing too exciting has happened within the past week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I went to prayer on Friday. I totally needed that. I felt so much better after it was over with. And Val...thanks for talking to me. After everyone left, me and Liv were on the computer messing around. 'Twas fun. I love Emily! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ummmmmmmmm.....................I skipped media team on Saturday. I figured they didn't need me anyways....which it looks like they didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I went to Target to get Liv's birthday present. I think she'll like it. I kind of want some for myself. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alana stayed the night on Saturday. Oh geeze. That was so much fun. Me and her both made stories on our xangas. So if you haven't checked them out yet....do it. Like right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sunday, we didn't have church, which was sad. Me and Alana slept in till 11....then I went to Kyle's dad's memorial service at 2. I didn't do as bad as I thought I would. I didn't even cry. Very amazing. After the service was over, Kyle invited me over to his house for food and stuff. It was nice. I enjoy hanging out with him...and I'm just glad I can be here for him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Monday....I went to work. Although I only worked for an hour. Why, do you ask? Because I wasn't "on the schedule", and Rick (manager) didn't know I was coming in.....and he called in people to come and work....so I had to leave. That was crap. But I'm on the schedule now...so it shouldn't be a problem anymore. I guess I work on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays. Not too shabby. Come and see me sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm sitting here in school waiting for the bell to ring. I just want to go home...relax....and work on some stuff. Sweet. How about you leave a comment? Why? Because you love me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110676954501449561?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110676954501449561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110676954501449561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110676954501449561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110676954501449561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/01/your-mom-goes-to-college.html' title='your mom goes to college'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110619597003855397</id><published>2005-01-19T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:39:30.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I recieved bad news earlier. Kyle's dad passed away today. If you could...keep this family in your prayers. That'd be greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every since Saturday morning, this has been all I could think about. It's definitely been crazy. On Monday, I went up to the hospital to visit Kyle. That was totally worth it. I'm glad I could just take the time to hang out with him, and help him to keep his mind off of everything that was going on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now I wish I could be with him...to comfort him. I haven't even talked to him since last night. I don't think he wants to talk to anyone at the moment. Having everyone ganging up on him telling him, "oh. I'm so sorry!", can be tough to handle. Once I get more information about all of this, I will be sure to keep you all posted. But as for now...all we can do is pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Another thing that hit me tonight....which actually helped me out....was just a few things people said to me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i really appreciate everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; i know you do. don't worry about telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; you are a sincere person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; when I pray for you or just think of you God always tells me that you are a reliable and faithful friend, and that among the people you befriend and even outsiders you will be and are even now a leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; but leaders get tired too...so He wants you to remember that He is sufficient, and that it is never solely about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; grasp on to Him now, because later on you are going to have more influence on people than you could ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emily:&lt;/strong&gt; you are an awesomely 'real' person...and you're going to be a real leader someday...you already are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wow. That made me feel so incredibly awesome. Lately I've been thinking...."I really haven't done enough for everyone. I need to do more....everyone has done so much for me..." and that right there....I don't know. It did something. It made me realize that I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;made a difference. And it's only going to get better. I didn't even realize that I was a &lt;em&gt;leader.&lt;/em&gt; Yes. Tonight has definitely been tough...but it's also had its' good side. It's amazing how God works everything out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2 Timothy 1:10(msg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"But we know it now. Since the appearance of our Savior, nothing could be plainer: death defeated, life vindicated in a steady blaze of light, all through the work of Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110619597003855397?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110619597003855397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110619597003855397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110619597003855397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110619597003855397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/01/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110590790791660423</id><published>2005-01-16T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T15:42:43.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare2Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dare2Share was pretty interesting. It wasn't like the past two years....but it was still fun. They had a anime convention type thing when we were there. All of them were dressed up in costumes and everything. There were several hot guys there as well. Haha. I enjoyed looking at the different costumes. Some were not so nice...like the chick with the white fur crap. Digusting. But anyways...it was super. Who's ready for story time?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday....me, Alana, and Cara rode with Larry. Alana had a couple of stories to tell Larry. Like when Lisa did her science fair project on "how cack". Hahaha. It was funny. Larry wouldn't stop laughing. We got there and stuff....and of course we were a little bit late, but they had just started the praise and worship. Then they talked for a while, and did the drama. It was really good. Their dramas are always impacting. They definitely make me think. There wasn't too much stuff after that. So...we left there at around 10...then headed back to the church. But that took us a little while because Larry took the wrong exit. We had to go to this gas station to ask for directions and everything. We finally got to the church....sat around for a little bit....at some taco bell and went to sleep. It was funny...cause Alana kept on turning this baby toy on....and then Liv kept on touching me with her foot....so I laughed....and kept some people up for a couple extra minutes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to get up pretty freakin' early. I think I got up at 6:30. Everyone else was already up and dressed. I finally got up and went to the bathroom to change....then Alana tells me that Larry needs me....cause it was really important. So I went out to see what he wanted. He handed me the phone and told me to go to the office. I thought he was just making me take it back there to hang up. But he told me that someone was on there and needed to talk to me. I got the office...and it was Kyle. At first he couldn't tell me anything, cause he was crying. Then he told me what was going on. His dad was dying. They had taken him to the hospital that night....and a few sheriffs came and got Kyle at the church. I was shocked. All I could do was cry. Then I asked Kyle, "Is your dad a Christan?" No. "Well then you should talk to him. Seriously. Talk to him right now. It's like the drama last night. You don't want him going there, Kyle. Talking to him will be the greatest thing you can ever do. He needs you so much." I know. I'll try talking to him. "Can he still talk and everything?" Yeah. Well...he can't really talk right now, but he can understand us. "Well just try your best to talk to him. You won't regret it.".....then I just told him that I wish I could be there with him...and that if he ever needed anything to give me a call.....then he had to get off so he could call other people. After we hung up....I just started bawling. Larry came in and asked if I was ok....then Cara came in and gave me a hug. After that I just went into the nursery and sat there. I couldn't eat or anything. So many people came up to me and gave me a hug. It helped so much. Thank you. All of you. You don't know how much I appreciate all you guys have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left the church...we prayed for Kyle and his dad. When we were about halfway to Columbus...I realized that I had left my purse at church. I was pretty sure I had grabbed it once I left. But I had put it down to put deodorant on....then freakin left the church without it. That right there just brought my mood down even more. So yes. I didn't really "get into" anything till later at around lunch time. I tried to keep my mind off of Kyle and his situation...but it was too hard. Anyways....when it was time to eat lunch....we all just sat around till about 1:30....cause the food courts were so busy. Me and Alana waited in line for Chinese. It only took about 5 minutes. There was this one cool chick in line. She had a big ball with a bunch of random stuff on it...like pop cans and pictures...and tic tacs. So we ate....then went upstairs and walked around for a little bit. There was this one guy on the computer in a little cafe thing. It was so funny. The dude was looking at stinkin' porn. We all noticed that from the balcony. He must have thought that no one could see him or something. Alana said the guy looked a little big like Kip. Haha. Oh yeah. And the funniest thing was....he was looking at men! You just had to have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our youth group didn't end up going out and witnessing like we did last year. But that was only because of the parking issue. They wouldn't allow us to go out and then come back in without paying. So it would have cost us another $35 if we did go out. We just ended up staying at the convention center...which had a good witnessing field, in my opinion. With all of the anime fans and everything. I didn't end up talking to any of them about the g.o.s.p.e.l.....one of the reasons being I didn't feel too swift. I know I should have. That's one of the main reasons for Dare2Share. But one thing did happen that made me happy. Kyle talked to his dad. Cara came up to me and told me that she talked to him on the phone...and he said that he told him. That put me in a somewhat better mood. At around 6:30, we went back into the auditorium and got some pretty good seats. The first "concert" was with that one rapper chick. Wow. If she's not annoying then I don't know what she is. "Say YEAH!" "JEEEEEEEEESUS!" "OHHHHHHHKAY!" Gah. Frickin idiot. Me and Alana started dancing. That was hilarious. Haha. Then some people gave their testimonies about when they went out and witnessed...then the best band in the world came on. David Crowder Band. Now that is what I call a concert. They played a lot of awesome praise and worship. Even the song, "Every Move I Make" sounded good. Now when we sing it at church...it's like blah. But David Crowder knows how to sing. It was probably one of the greatest shows I've been to. Even thought it really wasn't a "full" concert....it was still awesome. They make me happy. Then we got to go over and meet him after everything was over. We all got our picture taken with him. And then I got my picture taken with the speaker, Greg. It was an awesome experience. Those guys are incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got back to the church, we went out to eat at Wendy's. 'Twas fun. When I got up to order my food....the chick was all like, "drink?" Then I was like....."Uh. Yeah. It comes with the combo and everything." Alana....."Did you just say 'yes'?" "Huh? Ohhhhhhhhh! Sprite!!" Hahaha. I felt really stupid. Then when I went to get into Larry's car after we left....my pants got stuck on the side of the door....and all of a sudden I hear this ripping sound. I felt the back of my pants to find there was a big hole in the butt. Another not-so-great thing that happened yesterday. But overall....it was a fun time. I can't wait till next year's convention. Perhaps we'll just go to the anime one instead. Haha. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. And one more story. When we were all sitting out in the convention center....we could have sworn that we saw Josh and Joanna....so we started yelling their names....and this dumb woman came over that worked at this java place and said, "You guys need to be quiet!! There are other people here!!!". Then Becca burped or something, and somebody said, "What was that?!" Then the retard lady said, "That was me telling you all to shut up!!" Oh man. I just wanted to laugh so hard right then. Later I was making fun of her and everything. "Reeeeeeeearrrr. Because I'm a fat lady with a big butt!!" Wow. I love stupid people sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better slow down because you going to get tick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;imgsrc="&lt;a href="http://photos1.flickr.com/3432236_6ab5b411b9.jpg"&gt;Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/kerfufflekim"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; site for some pics from Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;:muah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110590790791660423?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110590790791660423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110590790791660423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110590790791660423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110590790791660423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/01/dare2share.html' title='Dare2Share'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110533181010939002</id><published>2005-01-09T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:47:38.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...in good times and in bad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This weekend has had many good times....yet some sad moments as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My party was the greatest ever. And it was quite possibly the biggest one. There were about 30 people there altogther, not including Larry, Bobby, and Rob.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was very pleased. It was a blast. We played some DDR, and pin the ham on Tina...which was Amber's idea. Haha. I also recieved a lot of cool stuff. Bunch of money, some lotion from AE, earrings, Pink Panther(he's my new boyfriend), Cara made me a powerpoint presentation with a bunch of pictures on it, I got a few cds, a cake(made with some Easy Bake stuff), and my favorite gift would have to be the wonderful picture Emily made of me and her. It's seriously like the coolest thing I've ever recieved. I love it so much. And all of the other gifts. Thanks for everything guys. You made my birthday truely special. And also, I want to thank Josh, Sabrina, and Larry for coming out to Chuck E. Cheese with me. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On Saturday, I had media team. Amber and Adrea came to work on a slideshow or something. Then we all went out to Taco Bell for lunch. Good times. I learned that a "gordita" is "fat woman" in Spanish. So I was all like.."I'm eating my fat woman now!". Haha. That was just a pointless story. Hope you enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Later on, I went to my sister's new house to look around. It's pretty nice. 2 bedrooms and 2 baths. I'm happy for her. And yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tonight was both sad and fun at the same time. We all went up and said some stuff to Josh and Sabrina, cause it was their last day with us at Word of Faith. I had to wait a while, cause I knew if I went up there sooner I would have cried. I didn't even say everything I wanted to. That would have took the whole night. But it went well. Then after we were dismissed, everyone was hugging on Josh and Sabrina, but I stayed over on the other side of the room for a while, bawling my eyes out. It's just hard. I should be happy, which I am....but it's still hard to see them go. They are such great people. I look up to them. They're an inspiration to me. I'm going to miss them so much. But I know that this is God's will....so it's all cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After that....we went back into the youth room and chilled till about 9:30. It was a lot of fun. We took a bunch of pictures, and just goofed off. The last few minutes spent with them is something I will never forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Josh and Sabrina.....I'm going to miss you both so much. Thank you for all you have done for me, and thank you for all the time and effort you have put into Alternative Edge. You are an inspiration to me and I always remember the fun times we've had together. Again, thank you. May God lead and guide you as you start a new life in Arkansas! Never give up hope, and always put your faith in Him. I'll be praying for you. I love you more than you'll ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110533181010939002?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110533181010939002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110533181010939002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110533181010939002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110533181010939002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-good-times-and-in-bad.html' title='...in good times and in bad....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110512787802459036</id><published>2005-01-07T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:57:58.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Like It's....2005.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today is the day. It's party time! I can't wait. It's going to be so much fun. And I finally get to meet my friend Sarah from New York. How exciting. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you want...you can bring some games or whatever. I don't know exactly what we are doing, but we will play some games. Someone's bringing Napoleon Dynamite. So there will be stuff to do. Hopefully noone will get bored. But yes. Come out if you don't have anything else to do. From 6-11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I actually didn't work yesterday. My sister told me there was noone there to train me, so I didn't go in. She told me I could probably come in on Sunday, but I don't know if I am or not.  I shall inform you on that once I find out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Welp...school's out in 5 minutes so I am out of here! Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110512787802459036?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110512787802459036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110512787802459036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110512787802459036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110512787802459036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/01/party-like-its2005.html' title='Party Like It&apos;s....2005.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110501289063639051</id><published>2005-01-06T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T07:01:30.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Burger King...Can I Take Your Order?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So yes. I have "officially" started working at Burger King....except for the training part. Haha. It's going to be interesting. My first "real" job. My sister wants me to work in the pit, which is where you take drive thru orders and whatnot. But I'll be trained to do pretty much everything. The more you know, the more useful you are to them anyways. So if you don't have anything better to do, come and see me sometime. I work today from like 4-8pm, then I'll work Saturday from 2-6pm, and Sunday from 1-5pm. Have it your way! And thanks for stopping by. How about some of those comments, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Don't forget. Party...tomorrow...6-11pm at the church. Are you coming? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110501289063639051?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110501289063639051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110501289063639051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110501289063639051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110501289063639051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-to-burger-kingcan-i-take-your.html' title='Welcome to Burger King...Can I Take Your Order?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110472264593697950</id><published>2005-01-02T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T22:24:05.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Waaaaant That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's been a fairly good break. Sucks that we have to go back to school tomorrow. I haven't even started working on my reasearch project...or my computer apps. project. Maybe I should start those....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I got a lot ahead of me within the next two weeks. First off, I'm going to be turning in my application for Burger King, so I'm going to start working there soon. Maybe next week sometime if all goes well. Hopefully all goes smoothly. I'm happy about working there...cause I'll get to see my sister a lot....which hasn't happened in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Second, exams. I think we start them next week. We've never had "exams" before...so this is kind of new for me. And there's one if every class...so this shall be interesting. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Third, my birthday party. It's this Friday..at the church...from 6-11pm. I would be the happiest person ever if you came. Everyone's invited. I don't care about the gifts. Just come. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fourth, Dare2Share. It's going to be awesome. A lot of different church's are going this year. Like BCF, and Church of the Good Shephard. Although Nicole won't get to go this year. Makes me sad. But it's still going to rock. Hopefully I can actually lead someone to the Lord this year...while we go out and street witness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Last....Josh and Sabrina are leaving. I'm not going to be able to handle it. It's going to suck so bad. I love them so much. They're the greatest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That's pretty much all I have for now. Just thought I'd update a little bit. I'm gonna work on my projects now....I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love you all. You don't even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110472264593697950?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110472264593697950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110472264593697950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110472264593697950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110472264593697950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-waaaaant-that.html' title='I Waaaaant That'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110446166664233955</id><published>2004-12-30T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T21:54:26.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15+1=16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today is the last day I will be 15. It's pretty hard to believe. It doesn't even seem like tomorrow is the last day of the year, let alone, my 16th birthday. Totally crazy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't even think I'm ready to be 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've had so much fun this past year. You all can check out my &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Gzusfreak"&gt;xanga&lt;/a&gt;. I made a big list of stuff. So if you're bored, check it out. And thanks for all the fun times. You all are awesome. No doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My birthday party is on January 7th at the church from 6-11pm. Everyone's invited. It'd be cool if you would show up. It would make me very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:love: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110446166664233955?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110446166664233955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110446166664233955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110446166664233955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110446166664233955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/12/15116.html' title='15+1=16'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110429082966885497</id><published>2004-12-28T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:27:09.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Friend Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think I recieve the prize on that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've screwed up so many times. And every time, it seems to get worse. But luckily, people forgive and forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hate to hurt people. And most of the time, I don't even realize that I'm doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's time that I be totally honest, and tell you all what's up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So yesterday, I talked to Alana, and told her that we should do something. Then later on, Liv called me, and asked me if I wanted to go over there and stay the night or whatever. So me, being the retard I am, said "sure", and went over there. Then about a minute later, Alana called me, and asked me what I was doing. I told her. I could tell by the way she talked that she felt like crap. On the way to the Ogden's, I was thinking to myself, "Wow. I'm terrible. I should have just told them no, and had Alana come over." That's the only thing I could think of when I was over there. If I could go back, I would have had Alana over. But unfortunatly, I can't do that. I just have to go on, and face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When I first talked to Alana after I got back, things weren't going so smoothly. But later on, we both put it all behind us...and pretty much started over. I'm thankful for that. She will always be my best friend no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok. So sorry if that was cheesy, or a waste of your time. I just wanted to get it off my chest. I feel semi better now. But if you could, pray for me. In fact, pray for mine and Alana's friendship. It would mean a lot. Thanks guys. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110429082966885497?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110429082966885497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110429082966885497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110429082966885497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110429082966885497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/12/worst-friend-award.html' title='Worst Friend Award'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110378589130729378</id><published>2004-12-23T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T02:11:31.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flippin Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well. I was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://therantroom.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Josh's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; blog, and he was saying how none of us are posting, so I decided I would update..even though there really isn't anything too interesting to say. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmm. Not a whole lot has happened within the past few days. Monday, I went out to that new restaurant on N. Limestone. 'Twas pretty good...although kinda pricy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But yeah. Nothing really happened on Monday. It was just there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tuesday, I went to get my physical at the doctor's. That was interesting. I hadn't been to the doctor's since 2002. I got my weight checked and all that crap. I'm not too proud of myself at the moment. I seriously need to lose like a bajillion pounds. I make myself sick. After that I rented Napoleon Dynamite. So...that put me in a better mood. Then stuff happened...and my mood totally changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today, woke up to about 5 inches of snow on the ground. Then it just snowed. And snowed. And snowed. And snowed. And snowed. And it's still going. Now it's flippin sleeting! I hate this. A &lt;em&gt;little bit&lt;/em&gt; of snow if fine with me. You know...like...3 inches. But 20". That is crazy! And what the crap. It &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;snows when we're on break. How come it can't do it when we have school?! Gosh! Anyways..I watched some more Napoleon Dynamite. They cancelled the live nativity, so I haven't really done anything today. How exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Christmas is only 3 days away. It doesn't even seem like it. I'm totally not prepared for it. And I don't even think I'm prepared for my birthday. It's coming up so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How about I tell you some things you probably didn't know about me? Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I hate it when people chew with their mouth opened. The sound bugs the crap out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I weighed 9 lbs. 6 oz. when I was born. And weigh a flippin huge amount now. Please don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I've been in a small wreck before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-Larry is my favorite youth pastor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I used to be a loser...and had no friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I used to steal money from the church when I was a youngin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-Barney was my favorite show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I peed on a table at church before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I have 20/30 vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I've been to Florida 4 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I've been at Word of Faith all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I used to be afraid of real Christmas trees. I thought they would burn my house down. So I slept in my parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;room during the Christmas season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I beat up this chick in 4th grade, and got suspended for one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I can't stand the smell of cigarretts. Or beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I don't think I've ever stayed up for 24 hours straight with no sleep. But I've been pretty close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-My birthday is December 31st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I was in track during my 8th grade year. I did shotput, and got 3rd place. But never won any special awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I hate it when people get into my stuff without asking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I can probably never go on a 21 day media fast. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I love everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I'm horrible at confronting people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I hate my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-Old Navy is my favorite clothing store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-I've never had a.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alright. I'm done for now. I'm going to bed. All this freakin' sleet crap is giving me a headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110378589130729378?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110378589130729378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110378589130729378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110378589130729378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110378589130729378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/12/flippin-sweet.html' title='Flippin Sweet!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110351747244751428</id><published>2004-12-19T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T23:54:14.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Partay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That was by far one of the greatest parties ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Although...I didn't show up till around 6:30, because Nathan is a dumb kid and put the wrong time on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alternativeedgelive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, so I went by that...and it ended up being wrong. But thanks to Cara...cause she called me and asked me where I was..and told me that it started at 6 instead. So I got there about half an hour late. But it was all good...cause we had only started eating. After that, we had the gift exchange. I had never seen anything so...funny in my life. It was between my elephant, the duck, and that stupid talking doll thing. They all had to be exchanged over 20 times. It was irratic. Violent. And really funny to watch. I got the coolest gift of them all. Aaron and Nathan's lovely &lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/napoleondynamite/epk/get_desktop.php?path=downloads/photoGallery/6.jpg"&gt;time machine&lt;/a&gt;...made from the coolest movie of all time. I stole it from Cara. Heh. Good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The highlight of the night was probably when I ran into Bobby. That was freakin' hilarious. Oh man oh man. Then Dr. Quinn....aka...Miss Idaho, came and saved me with her potatoes. Soooooooo funny. You just had to have been there. Which...99.9% of you were. Haha. Too bad we didn't have a video camera. That was priceless. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmm....well yes. It was quite fun. It's something I always look forward to every year. I already have an idea for next year's gift...and it's going to be the coolest ever. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pictures coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Christmas is in 6 days. My birthday is in 12. And Larry's is today. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That's about all I got for now, fellers. I love you. You love me. We're all just a big happy family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110351747244751428?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110351747244751428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110351747244751428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110351747244751428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110351747244751428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-partay.html' title='Christmas Partay!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110299602616301636</id><published>2004-12-13T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:20:59.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This weekend has been really enjoyable. Many, many good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On Friday, I had people over at my house. We were scheduled to have prayer, but it didn't really work out that way. Alana came over, and when she comes over, she plays Grand Theft Auto, and we never end up praying. But we did end up praying some after she left. I guess that was our own choice. I'm such a bad leader, dang it! I should have been more responsible and all that happy slappy stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyways...Saturday, I went to Media Team till about 1, then Kayla came to the church, and we went across the street to Ramar to sell candy bars. I sold a negligible amount of candy bars, but at least I don't have too many more to sell. Oh. And get this. It was only 30 degrees outside!! Both of us were about to die of cold stroke...if there is such a thing. But it was fun. One house, there was a kid already outside with a dollar ready to buy something. Another time, we were at a house, and these two girls came up the street riding their scooters, and asked for some. Later, this dude was like to Kayla, "Thank you sir. I mean ma'am. I mean..ladies." Funny stuff. And to top it all off....we had that stupid &lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/burgerking.html"&gt;Ding Fries are Done&lt;/a&gt; song stuck in our heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Saturday night, me, &lt;a href="http://doodlesnsuch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kayla&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/LiVe26"&gt;Liv&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://mulletsrawk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Val&lt;/a&gt; went over to &lt;a href="http://jesusfreakbob.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bobby's&lt;/a&gt; and watched "I Love Lucy" and ate &lt;a href="http://www.mypasta.com/mypasta.asp"&gt;Spaghetti O's&lt;/a&gt;. We called Larry with this thing for deaf people...so that they can communicate to someone while they are one the phone...but anyways...we did that...and it was by far the funniest thing ever. We were laughing for the longest time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You just had to have been there I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sunday after church, me and Meghan went over to the Ogden's and chilled till it was time to go to the Y. Oh man. If I had to describe the day in one word....it would be...priceless. Seriously, we did so many stupid/funny/crazy things....and we got most of it on video...plus a few &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emoemolay/page2/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to go along with it. What all did we do exactly? That's something you have to &lt;a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gte010w/CHINFACES.jpg"&gt;guess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;on your own. And we're probably going to show the videos at the Christmas party...and it's going to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;magnificent. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We picked up Bobby and went to the Y. Bobby gave me a &lt;a href="http://www.whitecastle.com/_pages/home.asp"&gt;White Castle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;trainee t-shirt...which is totally suwheet!! When we got in, I played a game of raquetball with Emily, Hillary, Bobby, and Becca. Then later on I played with Meghan, Val, and Kayla. One time I smacked myself in the head. It was so much fun though. I wanna go back and do it again sometime. The actual service wasn't as bad as the last one we went to. They still made us sit down during the worship...which was just totally strange. Oh..funny story time. Ok so there were still some people standing up and everything, and the worship leader said, "If there's anyone without a seat, please stand up"...and then &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;say..."Oh wow. I hope he comes to MY birthday party." It made Jennifer and Becca both crack up. Great stuff. And woah. I didn't really feel too swift after playing raquetball. I was really hot, and shaking, and I felt like I was gonna pass out. 'Twas weird. But anyways...some of us went to Larry and Jennifer's later on, and chilled...while eating buffalo wings. Me and Kayla left kind of early though, but it was all cool. The whole day was freakin' sweet. I really enjoyed myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wow. That was really long. But I had a long, fun-filled weekend....so it all works out. Haha. Can't wait till Christmas break. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110299602616301636?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110299602616301636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110299602616301636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110299602616301636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110299602616301636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/12/angry-problems.html' title='Angry Problems'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110263822496307897</id><published>2004-12-09T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:23:44.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm not going to write a big ol' post or anything. If you want to, you can read my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Gzusfreak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Xanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. Cause I got nothing. And the Cheat has really cool boots. And I want to see how many comments I can get. So...comment comment comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110263822496307897?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110263822496307897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110263822496307897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110263822496307897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110263822496307897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/12/comments-anyone.html' title='Comments Anyone?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110243554923806214</id><published>2004-12-07T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T11:07:33.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Give Me A Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All the ladies all the time be asking me, "Coach Z...how come you don't dance no more?" I said, "Ladies. Ladies! Just give me a chance to do a hip hop dance. Give me a chance to do a dance!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I must say that school is very boring. I'm sitting here in "intervention"...doing absolutely nothing. And it's real gay...cause we have this thing that blocks a bunch of stuff online, such as blogs, xangas, and other web page hosting sites...but I can post on here. Makes no sense to me. And dang. We can't even get on homestarrunner.com! What the crap?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A kid from Greenon got in a car wreck yesterday, and died. Please be praying for the family, and friends of this person. He was only 16. And Bobby said he wasn't a Christian. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I just got called up to the office. First time ever here at Shawnee. But it wasn't for anything big. I didn't have lunch money...so my dad brought some to me. My heart stop for about .00000000000000001% of a second when they called my name...but I figured that's what I was called down for anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Only 24 days till my birthday. Heh. Ask Kayla when my surprise party is going to be. Everyone is invited. And it will probably be at the church. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tuna is not very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110243554923806214?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110243554923806214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110243554923806214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110243554923806214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110243554923806214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-give-me-chance.html' title='Just Give Me A Chance'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110220889129327314</id><published>2004-12-04T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T20:14:36.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional photographer? Or is that just Kim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035710625@N01/1922038/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1922038_34090ee66c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035710625@N01/1922038/"&gt;electric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/51035710625@N01/"&gt;KerfuffleKim&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I took some pics during media team today. I must say, I did a pretty good job. They could be better though. With some special effects, they will look hella tight. I love taking pictures. Perhaps that's why I am thinking about doing it for a living. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check 'em out. Tell me what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110220889129327314?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110220889129327314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110220889129327314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110220889129327314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110220889129327314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/12/professional-photographer-or-is-that.html' title='Professional photographer? Or is that just Kim?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110193608157455501</id><published>2004-12-01T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T16:21:21.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm the only one people turn to. I'm pretty much just talking about a certain individual...probably none of you who read this. But anyways, it's like, they just come to me when they need advice, or someone to talk to. Which is fine with me. Sometimes I get frustrated though. I don't think I'm that great at giving advice. I never seem to know what to say...and I get aggrivated. This certain person is stuck up my butt most of the time...I just wish they would go to someone else every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to think that? I mean...I want to be a great friend. I want to be there for them. I just want some space....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be cool if you all could give me some advice on this. I don't know what to do....without going off on them or myself. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110193608157455501?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110193608157455501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110193608157455501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110193608157455501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110193608157455501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/12/sometimes_110193608157455501.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110169756589281041</id><published>2004-11-28T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:06:05.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After having prayer last night, I've been feeling better about some things. Every since Retreat...things have been kind of going downhill. I know I'm not the only one who has experienced that. Satan is a freakin' punk. Events like Retreat get me so fired up...and then when I come back...to real life...things get tough. This year was probably worse than any of them. It's not like I did anything bad. I just wasn't feeling anything from God. It was like...I was keeping away from Him...and I didn't want anything to do with Him. I know this stuff is sort of normal when we come back from stuff like Retreat...but man. I never really experienced it quite like I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When I was at prayer, I didn't get into the worship. I just sat in my own little corner, staring at the wall...hoping someone would come to me..cause I knew I couldn't do anything for myself. Luke eventually came to me. I don't know what made him come over though. I was so mean to him on Friday night...and now I feel really bad about that. But anyways, he came over to me, asked me if I needed prayer for anything, I told him what was up, and I broke down. A wall was definitly broken. I felt something come off of me...and it was awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm so glad I went to prayer. I would still probably screwed up right now if I didn't. I was thinking about staying home, and sleeping...considering I only had two hours of sleep, and was about to fall over. But I'm really glad I went. And I want to thank you all for your prayers, and love. Sometimes...I feel like I need to love on others, and other times I need to be loved. You all showed me that last night. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sorry for rambling. I needed to get that off my chest. (I've been holding a lot of things in lately.)...but yes...I love you all. And comments are cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110169756589281041?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110169756589281041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110169756589281041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110169756589281041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110169756589281041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/11/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110109089318490940</id><published>2004-11-21T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:27:59.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035710625@N01/1641283/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="375" alt="playing my guitar" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1641283_6b7611de44.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Retreat is now over. That makes me sad. I just wish I could stay there forever, and never come back. Seriously...that would be awesome. But like Larry said, we can't be at that mountain peek forever. We need struggles in our lives to make us stronger...and grow closer to him. Totally true...but sometimes I wish it wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I let go of so much stuff this weekend. Most of it was about my sister. This whole year has just been real tough for me. And...I just let it go. I needed to. I've been holding it in for too long. Both nights...Friday and Saturday, I prayed about it. Saturday night was just so incredibly awesome. I can't even describe it. I was on the floor for over an hour, in my puddle of tears and snot. I couldn't even get up. I had the "laughing spirit" and once you start, there ain't no stopping it. So that was awesome. I finally got up, and everyone was in the cirlce, writing their crap down on the paper...then I went over to Emily and hugged her for a long time. She just...has a way of making me feel so much better. And Val...when I was laying on the floor, she came over and prayed for me, and I just felt so...I don't know how to say it...relieved? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This year, I was kind of selfish in a way. I wanted to get as much of God as I could. Like last year, I think I went up to pretty much everyone and prayed for them, and hugged them and everything...but this year I didn't get to everyone. I try my best to be there for everyone, and comfort them, but I didn't really do that this time. Cause I know how much a hug can do for you. It's awesome to know that someone cares. And I want to show everyone that I care, and am here for them. I try my best, but sometimes...I guess I just can't get to everyone. I'll try harder next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In a way I don't feel like I was selfish. When we got into groups of 5 to pray, everyone got prayed for except for me...cause Josh had us do something else...and they didn't get to me. But...I felt good. I felt confident. Just praying for other people made me feel much better. And like it's said...it's better to give than to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;God is so wonderful. Retreat just gets me so on fire. I absolutly love it. If we didn't have Retreat, then I don't know what I would do. I definitly be the same person that I am today. I wish we did have it more than once a year. But once a month is good enough for me. There's just something about that place that gets us all excited for God...but I just can't figure out what it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There were many fun parts about Retreat. When we were on our way to Camp Crud, we had to stop at Kroger to get some stuff that Jennifer forgot...which was awesome cause me and Cara had to pee so stinkin' bad. Umm..after service on Friday, we played Capture the Flag...in the rain. I didn't really play too much. I pretty much just stood around..looking for intruders. I found Nathan. That was fun. Haha. We didn't even go to bed that night till 4 I do believe it was. I was still wide awake for some reason....which was real weird. Usually I'm out of it by 12. Anyways....Saturday was great. At breakfast, I had my lovely Sobe Adrenaline Rush..which helped a lot. After we broke down into our groups, I took a shower, climbed the hill, and then Jennifer cut my hair. It looks nice. Everyone said that they liked it. Alana told me I look totally different. Haha. After I got my hair cut, I just chilled and played my guitar. I do believe that I am getting better at it. Yay! But yes...after service, we all went down to watch the challenge. Oh man. That was so great! Bobby was hilarious. Actually..the whole thing was. But Bobby just cracked me up. After that I just went downstairs and chilled for a bit. Josh was doing a bunch of crazy stuff with these arm things for the couch. It was so stinkin' funny!! Then he put them on his legs..so it made him look like he didn't have any. Oh man. Good times. And Nathan and his exercise machine. Great stuff. "Territory control!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That's about all I got from now. I'm sure there's more...I'm just too tired to remember it all. Haha. But yeah, it was totally awesome. I believe that God did some amazing things through everyone. And wow...God is just so incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110109089318490940?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110109089318490940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110109089318490940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110109089318490940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110109089318490940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/11/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110065747290059367</id><published>2004-11-16T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:11:12.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes. That is what I feel like. Blah. My stomach hurts. It didn't start hurting till after I ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clark-shawnee.k12.oh.us/SHAWNEE/ACTIVITIES/Lunch/Lunch.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;school's lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. Speaking of which...if you actually go to that site, you can tell that no one at Shawnee has any website making abilities. I mean even I could have done a better job at that crap. Geeze. Anyways...talking about all of this reminds me of my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.faqs.org/faqs/tv/sat-night-live/song-lyrics/section-16.html"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Retreat is now three days away. I'm overly excited. In fact, I'm so excited that....I can't...wait. Yeah. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have a lot to look forward to. How about a list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. Breaking my cheesy poof record. Last year was 19. I'm going for 20 this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. Crying so hard that I can't breathe. Making a huge puddle of tears and snot on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. Hanging out with everyone. Maybe even make some new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4. Getting rid of all the crap in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5. Getting filled with so much of God, that I can't even get up off the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6. Jennifer's delicious food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;7. Riding with Larry to and from Retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;8. Free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;9. The drama Emily made. This is like one of the first dramas that I haven't been in. I seriously cannot wait to see this one. I read it, and it's totally awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10. Everything. Retreat is just incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So that's my not-so-long list. It 'tis much longer. But those are just the basics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And other than that...I got nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;....sloppy joe. Slop. Sloppy joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110065747290059367?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110065747290059367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110065747290059367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110065747290059367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110065747290059367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/11/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-110022976361618584</id><published>2004-11-11T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:22:43.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays N Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happy birthday to my dear friend Rachel. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tomorrow...good times to come. "Bonfire" at Cara's house. Hehehe. Woo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Spaghetti O party at Kayla's on Saturday...8pm. For all of you who want Spaghetti O's for dinner...come on over. We're probably going to watch &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0071853/quotes"&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;/a&gt; and just have a good ol' time. So if your not doing anything...come on out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;8 more days till Retreat. How freakin' awesome is that?! I think I'm going to wear my wrestling shirts and stuff...just like the good ol' days. It's going to be great. I so cannot wait. Woah. That rhymed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thanks for all the comments and whatnot. Keep on keeping on, as Nathan would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;\../(-_-)\../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-110022976361618584?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/110022976361618584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=110022976361618584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110022976361618584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/110022976361618584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/11/birthdays-n-such.html' title='Birthdays N Such'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109996956783075385</id><published>2004-11-08T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:06:07.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Good Times Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I guess it's that time of week again. Time to update!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I figured that it really wasn't important to update this here piece anyways. I feel as though no one reads it, so why bother? Anyways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had a freakin' blast at King's Island. So many good times. Thanks for all of those who came. We should ALL go next year. I'll be sure to get extra tickets, that way &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; can come. That would be neat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My favorite part about King's Island would probably be when I messed around with the workers who were workin' the game booths. I think I really got on this one dude's nerves! And then at the one game, where they have to guess your weight, I was all like, "Hi. I'm fat." It was pretty funny cause he didn't know what to say. Then he busts out and said, "Well then that gives you a better chance at winning!" Hahaha. You just had to have been there. Good stinkin' times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I really hate this stupid "daylight savings time" crap. I'm always tired at around 9 or so. Freakin' gay! Why can't it just be light out all the time...like during the summer, that's real cool. It gets light out at around 6, and don't get dark till 8. I like that. But o'well. What can you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leave me a bajillion comments. And take care my o so wonderful friends of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109996956783075385?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109996956783075385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109996956783075385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109996956783075385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109996956783075385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/11/let-good-times-roll.html' title='Let The Good Times Roll'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109943257850571427</id><published>2004-11-02T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T16:56:18.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I made a &lt;a href="http://mm.dfilm.com/mm2s/mm_route.php?id=2060465"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. It's pretty funny. I think you shall watch it. And you should make one of your own. &lt;a href="http://www.dfilm.com"&gt;DO IT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109943257850571427?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109943257850571427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109943257850571427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109943257850571427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109943257850571427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/11/check-it-out_02.html' title='Check It Out'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109925906201450841</id><published>2004-10-31T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:19:23.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost A Mixed Tape!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shekina.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; made my cd finally...and I must say, it's pretty freakin' good. :) Thank you Em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went trick-or-treating last night...sort of. Didn't get much candy, perhaps cause I only went to a few houses. You get more candy if you just buy a bag. Haha. So that was fun and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't wait till the freakin' election crap is over with. It's getting on my nerves. All the commercials on TV have something to do with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like the "Judge Judy" one...that's about the most retardest thing I've ever seen in my life. Like Aaron said, she's all like..."I'm Judge Judy, the real one." I mean...are we supposed to think that the other one is fake or what?! Geeze. People are so stupid these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you're still undecided about who you are going to vote for, go to Stand True's &lt;a href="http://www.standtrue.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and check out some stuff there. But yes...please make the right decision...for the sake of our country. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*edit* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you don't already know...I have free tickets to King's Island and everything. So if you are going...let me know. And yes, my mom said if my dad isn't going, then she's probably not going, therefore, I would need a ride there. And umm...if I don't get a ride there...then no one will go. Haha. But yes...more details coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*end edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I must be going now. Thank you for your time. And I better get like a bajillion comments and stuff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109925906201450841?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109925906201450841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109925906201450841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109925906201450841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109925906201450841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-almost-mixed-tape.html' title='It&apos;s Almost A Mixed Tape!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109866907914427649</id><published>2004-10-24T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:57:37.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it when I feel like crap, and don't even know why. I mean, yeah, there are some things that are crossing my mind, but I don't know why I am so upset about them. Some of it's old, some of it's new. I just wish it would all be over with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot wait till Retreat. I need it so bad. Every year is just so incredibly awesome, and God moves in so many ways. I'm hoping that this year, I can actually come back with what I recieved. It stinks, cause most of the time, once I come back from an event like Retreat or even the mission trip, I'm so on fire. Then it just dies down. Slowly. I just wish I could keep that fire burning forever. But I guess it's my decision, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is different about me...but it seems like something is. I don't feel very close to God anymore, I don't feel close to some people anymore...it's like a cylce of some sort. For some reason, I feel like I'm not a good enough friend for everyone. Guh. I'm crying as I type all this crap. I can't even tell if it's Satan trying to bring me down, or if it's just my own fault. I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something. I need God. I need someone who can keep me accountable. I need to bring out the real me, instead of wearing a mask everywhere I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously guys. Have you noticed that I'm like always happy around you? Sometimes, I admit...I'm wearing a mask. I guess I just don't want people being all like, "Oh what's wrong? Why are you sad?" I guess I just realized that I need to be real. I need to express how I'm really feeling. I want to apologize for not being the real me all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make people happy. I want to be there for everyone. And I know, you all are there for me too. Sometimes I just wish there was more. Is there really something missing from my life? Or am I just trying to fill it with everything around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was so long. I just needed to get some stuff out. If you could, please pray for me. I'd appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all are so wonderful to me. I don't know what I would do without you guys. I love you all so much!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109866907914427649?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109866907914427649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109866907914427649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109866907914427649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109866907914427649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/10/desperate_24.html' title='Desperate'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109839071173018691</id><published>2004-10-21T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:31:51.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Can you guys please pray for Alana? She has just been going through a whole lot...and her and her mom got in a fight last night...and yeah. If you want to hear some of what happened, read her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ClosureIsComing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. But please be praying for her. She really needs it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You all are awesome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109839071173018691?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109839071173018691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109839071173018691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109839071173018691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109839071173018691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/10/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109822607851335506</id><published>2004-10-19T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:14:07.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have You Been Doing Lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I never update this thing. Maybe like once every week, but that's about it. I feel like there's no point. Perhaps it's just a waste of my time. Who knows. I don't care anyways. I'm just writing for the heck of it. So...enjoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What have I been doing lately? Hmm...just school and church stuff I spose. On Friday I went to the church and practiced for "the Ragman", and then chilled with Emily, Nathan, and Val. That was a lot of fun. Then I went to the Clean Comedy Night which turned out quite nicely. The comedian was pretty dag on funny. He even made my dad laugh. Haha. But yeah, gross story...I got hit on by some old nasty guy. It was sick. Old men need to hit on old ladies, not freakin' young girls. Gew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Saturday was homecoming. It wasn't really all that great, but we made it fun. Me, Liv, Alana, and Jaimie went to eat at King Buffet and stuff...then we went to Wal-Mart afterwards. Oh man. It's so awesome getting all the dirty looks and crap. Haha. This one guys was like, "What are they doing?!?!" and then his wife says, "Oh. They probably have a homecoming somewhere or something." Then Mr. husband says, "Well that's stupid!!!". I thought it was quite hillarious. But yes...it was fun watching Jaimie dance up to pretty much everyone. But ugh. There were so many people "freak" dancing...and it was freakin' disgusting. I about threw up. And my last no-so-exciting story about homecoming...this "kid" who shall remain nameless, said he was going to hit me up on the next slow song...so when the "next slow song" came on, I "went to the bathroom"...to escape dancing with him. Hahaha. I'm so mean sometimes. But I try not to be. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Church's homecoming was pretty neat. I got to see a lot of old timers that had left WFFC a while back. Plus, the "Ragman" went fairly well. Everyone said we did a really good job. So overall...that was a big turn out and stuff. After "homecoming", me, Alana, and Kyle went over to Cara's and had a bonfire. Oh man. Those were good times indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So that's pretty much all I have. Nothing too interesting. My life isn't too thrilling if you couldn't already tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Welp kids...I'm out. I hope you all have a super day. And remember, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109822607851335506?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109822607851335506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109822607851335506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109822607851335506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109822607851335506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-have-you-been-doing-lately.html' title='What Have You Been Doing Lately?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109751507078911290</id><published>2004-10-11T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T16:12:59.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm just gonna post the same thing I posted on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Gzusfreak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Xanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. I think what I wrote is pretty good...so you shall read it all. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Saturday, I was at church, working on media stuff till about 3. Then me and Nicole went over to the Ogden's house and chilled there till 10. That was loads of fun. We went to the Apple Butter Festival, Young's Jersey Dairy, and we took a walk and such. It was funny, cause when we were on our way to the Apple Butter Festival, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/LiVe26" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Liv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; found a Bush pin, and Nicole kinda reinacted when Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; jumped over that bush. It was so great man. Haha. She was like, "Look! I jumped over a bush too!" Good times. Nicole is the coolest ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to morning service on Sunday. It was the last time I got to see Nicole. *tear*. But it was really cool that she got to come down and see us. I can't wait to go to Warren and see everyone else from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refugecentral.com/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. Erg. I miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, I went over to Cara's house, cause we had a meeting for those who were helping out with the clean comedy night that is this Friday. I stayed there till youth group and everything. Speaking of which.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God hit me sooooooooo hard last night. I mean, wow. I haven't cried that hard since Retreat last year. It's so hard to describe. His presence filled that place, like it never had before. I totally needed that. I've been falling away from God. But last night was a wake up call for me. It was so awesome. So undescribable. I know I'm not the only one that got something out of it. Everyone in that place was on their face before God, most balling their eyes out. Wow. I haven't felt anything like I did for so long. God is so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jennifer went up, that right there just tore me up. Tears just flowed down my face for the longest time. And I hugged her forever it seemed. Man. That woman means so much to me. She's someone I trust. Someone I know I can talk to about anything, and she will listen. She's just so incredible and I don't know what I would do without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Luke came up to me and asked me if I needed prayer for anything, which of course, I did. When he started praying for me, I started balling once again. He just had the right things to say. He pretty much prayed over everything I was going through. And right when he said, "God loves you so much. He's telling you that right now...." I could feel it. God poured out His love to me so strongly. I cried so hard. I'm sure everyone in the place could hear me. Then a little bit later, Danielle came up to me. It was like I was overflowing with everyone's love that night. Seriously. God's love, and the love of those around just filled me up to where I couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you all know that I am here for you if you need me....for anything. Whether it's prayer, or you need someone to talk to. So if you have any prayer requests, post a comment saying what it is, or you can IM me (KerfuffleKim....for those who don't know.) I love you all so much. But remember, God loves you even more. More than anything in this world. You are so precious to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109751507078911290?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109751507078911290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109751507078911290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109751507078911290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109751507078911290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/10/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109694603413234142</id><published>2004-10-04T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:13:54.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Joy Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wow guys! I am so happy right now!!!! Joy, from the mission trip, just IMed me!!! I can't stop smiling! It's just so awesome to get to hear from her again. Yay! I'm so happy...so very happy...I've got the love of Jesus in my heart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it makes me even more excited because Nicole is coming in on Saturday....AND she's coming to church on Sunday morning! This week is going to be an awesome one. Yessiree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart...where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109694603413234142?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109694603413234142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109694603413234142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109694603413234142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109694603413234142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy Happy Joy Joy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109674654722245579</id><published>2004-10-02T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T15:49:07.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I just never really have anything to say. Plus, I haven't had that much time this past week. Not a whole lot has happened. School....Alana's birthday....stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My sister actually came to church on Sunday! That made me overly excited. I think that prayer had helped...but yes...that was awesome. After morning service, me, Em, Val, Liv, Hill, Joey, Nathan, and Aaron all went over to Rob and Becca's and chilled until AE. That was a lot of fun. It was nice to get to hang out with everyone again....cause we haven't really done that in a while. We watched Rat Race. Great movie right there. If you've never seen it...I highly recommend it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alana's birthday was on Tuesday. I got her a gift card for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hot Topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me, Alana, Jenny, and Jaimie all went to the mall after school. Those were good times. I got some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;ITEM=205062"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;zipper earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. Although I can't wear them for another week and a half. Poo. But yes...you all shall wish Alana a happy belataed birthday...if you haven't already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My buddy Nicole from the mission trip is coming next week. I so cannot wait! It's going to be so much fun. She's the coolest ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well kids, I shall go now. Leave me some comments. Even if you have nothing to say. Hehe. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109674654722245579?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109674654722245579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109674654722245579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109674654722245579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109674654722245579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109617380580099405</id><published>2004-09-26T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T00:43:25.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Football games, John Kerry signs, and good times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The weekend has been pretty good so far, I must say. Friday night, I went to the Southeastern/Northeastern game with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/He_Thinks_My_Tractors_Sexy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Car-a Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. I met some new people. People who were kinda like me; a little random. It's always nice to meet people who are like you, that DON'T think you're weird. Anyways, during the game, we walked to Cara's house in S.Charleston, and then walked back to the game and such. Well, when we were walking back, I saw some vines on the side of someone's house...or some kind of a building, and I took 'em down, cause it was just fun. Haha. Then I rapped myself up in a vine. Oh, and I spotted a John Kerry sign, and knocked it down, then stepped on it. Hahaha. Vote for freakin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.georgewbush.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; dang it! Op...funny, but stupid story...My parents said that they saw this car, and it had a bumper sticker on it that said, "Abortion is murder!" And can you guess what was on the other side?! "John Kerry" Talk about idiot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I stayed the night with Cara. And get this, it was like 6 a.m. alright? And I was facing Cara in bed, and I was all like, "Cara! Cara! When are they going to wake us up? I keep on looking at the clock and it says like 6 something. " "Don't worry Kim. They will wake us up in a little bit." "Ok." Then I just rolled over on my other side. Haha. That was great. I was talking in my sleep dude! That's the first time I have ever heard anyone say I did. Woo! You just had to have been there I guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went with &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ClosureIsComing"&gt;Alana&lt;/a&gt; to get her hair cut. It's pretty dag on cute. You all shall see it..... at church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Prayer went pretty well tonight. We actually prayed this time. And, wow. It was just awesome. It's been a while since I've felt God move in me, and I got to experience that again tonight. Me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mulletsrawk.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; got to talk about some stuff. It felt good to actually tell someone what I was going through. And it's just always great to know that there's someone out there who really cares. Thanks Val! I love ya! :D Afterwards was fun. We sat around watching some more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weebl.jolt.co.uk/archives.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Weebl and Bob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, eatin' some Cinnabon popcorn, and drinkin' some frozen Sierra Mist.  Good stinkin' times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love you all like a squirrel loves nuts.&lt;/span&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/8007193-109617380580099405?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109617380580099405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109617380580099405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109617380580099405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109617380580099405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/09/football-games-john-kerry-signs-and.html' title='Football games, John Kerry signs, and good times.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109599201656976019</id><published>2004-09-23T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T22:49:36.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White Ninja makes me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You all need to check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiteninjacomics.com/archive-comics.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;White Ninja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; right now!! It's the greatest comic ever to be created! Way better than any of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dilbert.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dilbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; crap. So yeah...check it out...or baby girl will eat you for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109599201656976019?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109599201656976019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109599201656976019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109599201656976019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109599201656976019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/09/white-ninja-makes-me-laugh.html' title='White Ninja makes me laugh'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109581849578583450</id><published>2004-09-21T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:01:35.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb....yet funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Check out these very interesting phobias....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ablutophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of washing or bathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Agateophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ambulophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Androphobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anthrophobia or Anthophobia-&lt;/u&gt; Fear of flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aphenphosmphobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of being touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arachibutyrophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Autodysomophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of one that has a vile odor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Barophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bibliophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bromidrosiphobia or Bromidrophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of body smells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cacophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of ugliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cathisophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chaetophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Clinophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Coprophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of feces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Electrophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of electricity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ephebiphobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Genophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Helminthophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of being infested with worms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Urophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of urine or urinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Verminophobia&lt;/u&gt;- Fear of germs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*if you suffer from any of the above....I am terribly sorry. You need to seek professional help IMMEDIATELY!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;While you're at it....check out all the other cool phobias and such....&lt;a href="http://www.phobialist.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8007193-109581849578583450?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109581849578583450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109581849578583450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109581849578583450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109581849578583450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/09/dumbyet-funny.html' title='dumb....yet funny'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109533286935572415</id><published>2004-09-16T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T07:07:49.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of Poo</title><content type='html'>This is my second attempt at this. I went to post it last time, and it said "page can not be found." What the crap is that? That's poo if you ask me. So much for..."Blogger is better than Xanga!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school for me on Friday. Me and my parents are taking my grandpa out of town for his birthday, to Oakhill, Ohio. That shall be boring. But hey, at least I don't have to suffer at school. Plus it'll get me out of taking a test for English. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came over to my house yesterday, at about 6:20 p.m., and asked me if I wanted to go bowling with her. Umm...she knows I have church on Wednesday...so that kind of made me mad that she asked so late. Maybe if she asked earlier, I could have went. Whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my sister, I was wondering if some of you college kids could just talk to her, and like encourage her to come to your college group thing on Saturdays. She just needs some Christian friends...and she definately needs to get back in church. So, if you could, just email her and ask her how she's doing and whatnot. Hopefully one of us can attempt to bring her back. Her email address is &lt;a href="mailto:sara-r-taylor@sbcglobal.net"&gt;sara-r-taylor@sbcglobal.net&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till the back to school bash on Saturday. It's going to be fun times...and you all better be there dang it!! Or Quazimodo will come in your bedroom when you're asleep and kill you with a spork. And that's a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109533286935572415?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109533286935572415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109533286935572415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109533286935572415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109533286935572415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/09/piece-of-poo.html' title='Piece of Poo'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109502519098053204</id><published>2004-09-12T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T17:39:50.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not surprising. </title><content type='html'>I know this isn't anything new...but I definatally miss my sister. I try and try to get her to come around, and she never seems to want to. I hate it. I really do. She sent me an email the other day, saying she was going to be at church this morning, and guess who DIDN'T show up?! Ya. It makes me mad. Oh. And on Labor Day, she was supposed to give me a call, and we were going to hang out and do something...and woah! No freakin' phone call. Why is it so much to just hang out with your sister for like an hour? Guh. She makes me feel like crap. I just want a sister....to love me...to hang out with me. Whatever. I feel like she doesn't even care anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray for me...about all of this. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109502519098053204?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109502519098053204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109502519098053204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109502519098053204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109502519098053204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-not-surprising.html' title='It&apos;s not surprising. '/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109478517692271865</id><published>2004-09-09T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:59:36.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily is Awesome</title><content type='html'>I finally got my guitar back last night. Oh man. You don't know how happy I am!! I actually missed my guitar, as if it were my own child. Haha. But yay! I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://shekina.blogspot.com"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; for putting new strings on it. It sounds freakin' awesome yo! Wee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went &lt;a href="http://www.goodwill.org/index.cfm"&gt;thrifting&lt;/a&gt; today with &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/larrybkay"&gt;Kayla&lt;/a&gt;. They didn't have too much of a selection...although I did get a hoodie and a t-shirt. The old Goodwill store is poopie. I always find more stuff at the new one. But what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday, thank goodness. I'll be going to the football game, at Shawnee. Those shall be fun times. I think &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/He_Thinks_My_Tractors_Sexy"&gt;Cara&lt;/a&gt; is going to be there too. Sweet. You all should come too...to watch &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ClosureIsComing"&gt;Alana&lt;/a&gt; march. She'll give you a cookie! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. I got a little "linky" on this post. I thought I would be like all you other kewl kats and try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109478517692271865?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109478517692271865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109478517692271865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109478517692271865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109478517692271865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/09/emily-is-awesome.html' title='Emily is Awesome'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109451050616041065</id><published>2004-09-06T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T18:49:36.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends equal fun times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well well well...I must say that this weekend has been pretty fun. Let me give you a timeline on what all happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--Kayla's birthday party. Quite a few people came...which was cool. Lots of fun right there. Um...that's pretty much it. On that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-- First, I went off to media team, then after that my parents picked me up and I went to Wal-Mart and got my ears pierced, for the first time ever! I hardly even flinched. Cool. Then when we went home, my mommy helped color my hair. It was supposed to be a "dark blonde", but it turned out to be a dark redish-brown color. I like it though. Umm..prayer was at my house....although it wasn't really "prayer". We'll have actual "prayer" next week though...I promise. Liv stayed the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-- Church...then I did nothing for about 5 hours, then went to the Labor Day picnic thing. I might say, I'm glad I went. Although, I was inside the church for most of the time, I still enjoyed myself. Me, Kyle, Cara, and Alana all stayed in the youth room and watched some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Teen Girl Squad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; and some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weebl.jolt.co.uk/archives.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Weebl and Bob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; . You should check 'em out if you haven't already. Anyways...Cara and Alana chilled with me all night...and that's pretty much my whole weekend. How thrilling?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Come again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109451050616041065?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109451050616041065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109451050616041065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109451050616041065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109451050616041065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/09/weekends-equal-fun-times.html' title='Weekends equal fun times'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109415686828335877</id><published>2004-09-02T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T16:27:48.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And my dog is officially dumb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Get this...I walk in the house from school, and go to turn on the fan, and what do I see on the carpet?! My dog's vomit. Yep. My dog just threw up, on the freakin' carpet! But see...the smart thing to do, would be to at least throw up on the tile, which was only about 2 cm away from where the vomit originally landed. Wow. My dog is pretty dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do you gag when you see puke? Or am I the only one? Talk about gross....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109415686828335877?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109415686828335877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109415686828335877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109415686828335877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109415686828335877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-my-dog-is-officially-dumb.html' title='And my dog is officially dumb...'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109390364765775530</id><published>2004-08-30T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T13:10:18.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look and Stupid People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Obviously, I changed my look around a lot. I didn't actually make it all myself...I got it from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. It was like the only way I could figure out how to put links on here and such. But yes...I kinda like it, and yet, I don't. Gotta figure out how to stick the comment thing on here. For the time being, just use the chatterbox for comments. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so stupid? I mean really. May I take the people on my bus for instance? Practically every one of them are always saying, "I'm going home and smoking me a cigarette." "Oh man...over the weekend I got so drunk! It was funny as ...." Today this one kid came on the bus and he was asked, "Do you smoke weed?" Guuuuuuuh. Why? They're freakin' dumb. I don't know a single person on my bus who DOESN'T smoke. I'm practically the only one. It's like...I want to be a good example to them...but I don't really know what to do. Perhaps one of these days I'll just stand up and tell everyone how stupid they are. Although, I'm sure they could care less about anything I say to them. Whatever. I got nothing. Drugs are bad mmmmmkay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109390364765775530?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109390364765775530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109390364765775530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109390364765775530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109390364765775530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-look-and-stupid-people.html' title='A New Look and Stupid People'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109375169662881375</id><published>2004-08-29T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T23:54:56.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Done Did It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tonight was prayer. It was pretty good. We really didn't pray, but we did have some pretty good conversations and such. I enjoyed that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I did the lesson I was telling you all about in a previous post, about being "transformed by trouble." I found it to be a pretty decent topic. Some people had some good input on it. I, myself got something out of it. Cool. Later on after we were talking, I got the chance to play some worship songs on the guitar. Let's see...I played Deliver Me, We are Hungry, Just to be with You, Speak to Me, More love...More Power, and I attempted Only You (kinda hard to play, cause you have to pick at it...but it sounds beautiful if it's played right). So that was pretty neat. Although I suck at guitar, I thought I did an ok job. I still need lots of practice.  Woo! I love playing the guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*&lt;u&gt;song of the night&lt;/u&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Deliver Me&lt;/strong&gt;"--David Crowder Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deliver me out of the sadness&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me from all the madness&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me courage to guide me&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me Your strength inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;I've been in hiding&lt;br /&gt;Wishing there was someone just like You&lt;br /&gt;Now that You're here&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found You&lt;br /&gt;I know that You're the One to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deliver me loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me giving and sharing&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me this cross that I'm bearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, deliver me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus, Jesus how I trust You&lt;br /&gt;How I've proved You o'er and o'er&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus precious Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me&lt;br /&gt;Come and pull me through&lt;br /&gt;Come pull me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109375169662881375?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109375169662881375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109375169662881375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109375169662881375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109375169662881375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-done-did-it.html' title='I Done Did It'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109348738106268735</id><published>2004-08-25T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T13:09:05.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again....Here We Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I decided to change my looks a little bit, since Courtney had the same background as me. I kind of want to be different from everyone else...which of course, I always am. But you get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyways...I really don't have that much to say. Everyone has already heard my stories about Hitler and such. What else is there? Umm...yeah, my history teacher is dumb. Our assignment for today...to do a worksheet about...(drum roll please)....hand shakes. Mmhmm. Freakin' hand shakes. Now how gay is that? I wonder what his next assignment will be on. How to use the toilet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Shawnee's first home game is on Friday. Be there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109348738106268735?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109348738106268735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109348738106268735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109348738106268735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109348738106268735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/08/once-againhere-we-are.html' title='Once Again....Here We Are'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109337767056710399</id><published>2004-08-24T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T13:08:04.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Freakin' Day of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whoa. So today was the first day of school. Oh my freakin' goodness. Somebody shoot me. Please. I can't stand Shawnee. Yeah, I went last year, but this year just seems to be worse than it was. There's just too many stupid people. I'm serious. They're everywhere. It drives me crazy. ERG! Only three more freakin' years of this crap. Yay? Guh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about one friend in every class. That sucks. I have come to figure out that I don't really like too many people at Shawnee. Yes. It's true. I mean, I love everybody...but there's only so much I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109337767056710399?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109337767056710399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109337767056710399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109337767056710399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109337767056710399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/08/longest-freakin-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Longest Freakin&apos; Day of my Life'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109330835218837448</id><published>2004-08-23T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:45:52.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformed by Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I got back to school tomorrow. How gay. I can't believe it. This summer has gone by way to fast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am I ready for school to start? Umm...I spose. I'm not ready for all the homework, and all that crap though. This year is really going to be difficult, with more classes, and the Ohio Graduation Tests coming up. Erg. I don't have any classes with Kayla or Alana this year, except for lunch, like usual. It sucks, cause I hardly have any friends at Shawnee. Perhaps I can make some new ones...hopefully. I can make friends pretty easily. But yes...I just pray that I can get through this school year ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Purpose Driven Life&lt;/u&gt; is seriously an awesome book. I just got done reading chapter 25, which was titled "Transformed by Trouble"...and wow, it just touched me so much. The whole chapter was pretty much talking about how God has a purpose behind every problem, and every struggle that we face. I'm kind of thinking about doing a lesson on this at prayer sometime. I think it'll be a good lesson topic. I'm gonna post a few quotes and verses that were in this lesson....just to make you all think a little bit. And all of this is true. All the crap that goes on in our lives has purpose...and they will all help us grow closer to God. I have experienced it already. Like when my sister moved out, I feel like I have gotten closer with God, and I feel like I have matured more. God will use every problem we face and do something significant with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"You'll never know that God is all you need until God is all you've got."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Everything that happens to you has spiritual significance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"What happens outwardly in your life is not as important as what happens inside you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 8:28-29:&lt;/strong&gt; "We know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. For God knew his people in advanced, and he chose them to become like his Son."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109330835218837448?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109330835218837448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109330835218837448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109330835218837448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109330835218837448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/08/transformed-by-trouble.html' title='Transformed by Trouble'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109313678999285927</id><published>2004-08-21T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T21:08:57.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapstick, Chapped Lips, and Things Like Canoe Trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The canoe trip was a blast today. I actually got to canoe this year! Haha. No smashed thumbs this time. Me and Cara rode together. 'Twas a fun time. Except for the time when we ran into the stinkin' thorn tree or whatever it was. We both got scratched up by that thing. It sucked. But yes, with only a few trees in our way, we did a pretty dag on good job canoeing. It only took us about 3 hours to complete this obstacle course they call the Mad River. Wee! I can't wait till next year's trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went back to the church at around 3ish. Then we just sat around for a while, waiting for Jennifer and stuff to get back with the food, which was about 5 when they actually arrived. Those were also good times. This whole day has been pretty awesome. Ah. I freakin' love my youth group. Everyone is so awesome, and we have so much fun together. I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109313678999285927?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109313678999285927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109313678999285927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109313678999285927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109313678999285927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/08/chapstick-chapped-lips-and-things-like.html' title='Chapstick, Chapped Lips, and Things Like Canoe Trips'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109296157295066809</id><published>2004-08-19T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T20:26:12.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is this thing so complicating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So people have told me that this is easier than Xanga...and I think they are wrong. I've been trying to put links on here and everything, and I guess I'm too stupid to figure it out. If any of you smart computer geniouses out there want to give me a hand sometime on how to work this piece, then please do. I need all the help I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109296157295066809?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109296157295066809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109296157295066809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109296157295066809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109296157295066809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-is-this-thing-so-complicating.html' title='Why is this thing so complicating?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007193.post-109293756769219612</id><published>2004-08-19T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T13:46:07.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Xanga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I decided to make one of these blogs, like all the other cool cats out there. Does this mean goodbye Xanga? Most likely not. I'll still be posting on it. Just not as much I spose. If you ever want to check out my Xanga, just go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Gzusfreak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Woo. Be excited. That's about all I got for now. I give myself a pat on the back for making this. Thanks fellers. Have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007193-109293756769219612?l=xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/feeds/109293756769219612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8007193&amp;postID=109293756769219612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109293756769219612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007193/posts/default/109293756769219612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxkimcheexx.blogspot.com/2004/08/goodbye-xanga.html' title='Goodbye Xanga?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18311544668542436032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ev3eTmRXa-w/SKUP9uIOoSI/AAAAAAAAADg/xwbgsP4Zmr4/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
