<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611</id><updated>2009-11-07T18:21:08.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Haylee!</title><subtitle type='html'>That's me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1468888008561506209</id><published>2009-09-25T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:26:12.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1-800-HELP!!</title><content type='html'>IM SO CONFUSED! ok. Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like this kid. his name is... "&lt;em&gt;bob"&lt;/em&gt; and we flirt all the time. He'll like say&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Haylee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a way that makes my heart flip over and then grins at me. I got his number and we text alot too!  He sits in front of me in a class, and he always randomly turns around to just look at me without even saying anything.  He always asks ME the answer or what the question was or what we're suppose to be doing even though we both know that the kid who sits next to me is 10x smarter than me.  Last night he told me he wanted to hang out and all that. So he hasn't come out and said that he likes me but me and my friends all think he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN there's this other guy named... "&lt;em&gt;ronald"&lt;/em&gt;.  I met him last year and there was a week where we spent every single day together.  I kinda thought he was cute but at the time he had a girlfriend.  He told me today that he broke up with his girlfriend (she moved to a dif. state) and that he likes me. Hes such a sweetie and he's exactly what i want for a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that the pros and cons are equalish.  I don't want to go for one and hurt the other, but i love them both! Man. I would hate to be the &lt;em&gt;bachelorette&lt;/em&gt;. this is hard enough and I'm not even getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im calling to you guys, 1-800-HELP and I need it fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-1468888008561506209?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1468888008561506209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1468888008561506209&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1468888008561506209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1468888008561506209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-800-help.html' title='1-800-HELP!!'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5076345876173058120</id><published>2009-08-23T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:31:19.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alright. Update time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Swimming--Salt Lake Country Club Championships were held August 4&amp;amp;5. I raced 3 individual events (Breast, IM and Fly) and 2 relays (free, medley). In Semi-finals, i dropped a second off my breastroke time which ended up as a 37.74. i was seated 2nd!(: then i went about the same time in finals and got second. which made me mad because i was so set on first. but oh well(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then in semi-finals the next day, I dropped 3 seconds in my IM! from a 1:17 to a 1:14! thats what i call awesome(: then i dropped a second in my fly and that brought me to a 31:58. I was going for the pepperwood record (30:34) but oh well. then i went about the same in finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trek--Great experience. I learned alot about the pioneers and what suffering and trials they went through. I got a better understanding about it. I always knew that they went through hard times, but hearing the stories and such made me realize what they really went through. my friend Mark and his dad sang a song called "prayer of a walking child" with "come, come ye saints" intertwined in it. wow. let me tell ya, that was amazing. Yeah, if you get the chance to go on trek, go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Park City--uber fun! Me and my best frienn jessie went up there for part of the week. we hung out at the pool, the lounge, our room, and went on the alpine coaster and zipline! so fun. let me tell ya... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School Shopping--i got lotsa new clothes(: i love to shop. :P I can't believe school starts in 3 days! thats crazy. i want more summer. i'm not ready for homework yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Boys--I don't like anyone at the moment. Those boys, they're fun to flirt with but i don't like them anymore. I do kinda have this thing for this guy who i'm really close to but i don't want to ruin our "brother/sister" relationship because my stupid emotions got in the way. so i'm keepin it the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5076345876173058120?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5076345876173058120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5076345876173058120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5076345876173058120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5076345876173058120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-time.html' title='UPDATE TIME!'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7022320931238175346</id><published>2009-08-03T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:05:02.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is in a delimma.</title><content type='html'>well.  i eliminated two of the guys.  and added another one.  the thing is, these guys are really close.  and sometimes i think they both like me.  so if i go for one and something happens, i completely miss the chance to go for the other one.  Its so hard. &lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna ruin the chance with hmm... lets say tyler.  i've been working hard to get him and i think i've almost got him but now that the new guy has entered the picture i'm not sure i wanna do anything.  But he kinda already told me he's gonna ask me out when school starts but idk because he isn't the kind of guy i'm gonna hold to that.  but hes so sweet at times and i really like him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaning toward... lets call him jim.  hes so outgoing, fun, sweet and just up for anything!  i kinda want him to be my summer romance and hey if it cuts into school well thats just cool!  (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think i should do in this situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-7022320931238175346?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7022320931238175346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7022320931238175346&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7022320931238175346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7022320931238175346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-in-delimma.html' title='is in a delimma.'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2101869735445238582</id><published>2009-07-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:50:41.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hurting.</title><content type='html'>So i just got in a fight with my friend.  we have been best friends forever (like honestly since we were like 5.) and she is really mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... its all over this guy.  she can't get over him and he's caused her a ton of pain.  So i keep telling her to just get over him because he's just a boy (right?) and honestly its not that big of a deal. but she just says that I don't even give a crap about it and that i ignore her every time she brings it up.  I told her it was because i didn't want to have to see her go through that all over a stupid, idiotic, immature guy.  then she said that she wishes she was dead.  and that i can go live my life however the heck i want to.  then she took me off her friends list, (mind you, this was all over facebook.) and said something like "______ is depressed because she is fighting with someone who she thought was her friend/someone she thought she could trust with everything. but apparently not.  maybe they shouldn't be friends anymore."  to that extent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I don't know what to do.  this girl is really dramatic and i've always been the one to tell her that because i'm not scared of what she will do to me. and most the time, she just slaps herself up because she knows i've been right about things.  but now, we aren't even friends anymore.  i'm hurting.  help me.  i don't want to lose this friend because of an argument over a stupid boy.  that is not something i want to tell my kids someday.&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/6085118481403886611-2101869735445238582?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2101869735445238582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2101869735445238582&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2101869735445238582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2101869735445238582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-hurting.html' title='i&apos;m hurting.'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-671576544196106316</id><published>2009-07-10T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:50:31.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><content type='html'>So I'm torn between three different guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy is the one I was talking about in my last post.... I don't know if he likes me or not but sometimes it seems like it and others it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy is this way super cute/funny/sweet/flirty kid that &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; like me but I'm doubting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy is this new guy who told me that he likes me and pretty much like is in love with me.  I don't know if he's the kinda kid I like tho.  I don't exactly know him as well as the other guys.  But he's so sweet and so funny and I might like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-671576544196106316?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/671576544196106316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=671576544196106316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/671576544196106316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/671576544196106316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm....'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7735458405666091690</id><published>2009-07-06T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:03:40.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Flag goin up here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like the guy that I liked back in like the first semester of school last year....  the one who lives by me?&lt;br /&gt;Ughh.  Idk what to do cuz he kinda told me that he likes me but he never said it straight up.  like here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(B=boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; H=me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B-who do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H-why should I tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B-why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H-well cuz when a guy says "who do you like?" its pretty much saying "i like you" and you told me you don't like anyone so why do you care so much who i like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B-I never said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H-what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B-I never said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H-wait...you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B-why should I tell you? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H-duh.  I wanna know if someone likes me hello.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B-you won't tell me who you like so i'm not tellin you who i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So retarded right.  Ughh. I don't know what to do cuz I don't wanna be the one pursuing him again.  I want him to pursue me, and he kinda is.  He just is being stupid and Idk what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELP!!!!  honestly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-7735458405666091690?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7735458405666091690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7735458405666091690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7735458405666091690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7735458405666091690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-red-flag-goin-up-here.html' title='Little Red Flag goin up here....'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3840587635414477409</id><published>2009-06-29T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:06:31.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*oww* I feel good! *na na na na na na na*...</title><content type='html'>Ok. So this post is going to kinda tie in religion FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steps to repentence/forgiveness are as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;recognize that you have done wrong (oops.  that didn't go right.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't repeat the wronging (never again...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recommit yourself to living a better life (yay! party!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make restitution for the wrongs you committed (that means apologize. duh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feel remorse for the wronging (awh. i hate this feeling.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;know that repentence requires time and effort (how much longer!?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;resolve the feelings of retribution (no hard feelings... right?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;receive forgiveness (from everyone)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we had this lesson in sunday school and the whole time, I just had this nagging feeling that I hadn't fulfilled my repentence.  There are a couple of girls that I've had rough friendships with and the second my teacher said "Our lesson is on repentance", I felt the pit in my stomach grow.  Throughout the whole lesson, it just kept getting deeper and deeper.  I promised myself that I would do what I had to do when I got home to make the whole situation better with those girls.  I've been feeling remorse from what I've done for a while now, and since I moved schools, it has gotten worse.  I feel terrible for everything that I have done in these fights we've been in and I needed to do my part to make it better.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I sent a long, heartfelt email to the 2 girls apologizing for every thing I'd ever said, thought or done to them that hurt them.  I asked their forgiveness and I sincerely apologized.  The minute I clicked the "Send" button, I immediately felt better.  The pit that had grown on Sunday was gone.  I know that I did my part in the apology and I took another step in repentence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*haybayy*  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3840587635414477409?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3840587635414477409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3840587635414477409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3840587635414477409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3840587635414477409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/06/oww-i-feel-good-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.html' title='*oww* I feel good! *na na na na na na na*...'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2218921349291817998</id><published>2009-06-20T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:37:40.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Fighters</title><content type='html'>Hey all.  My little brother (he's 12) is writing a book.  And you guys have to get this:  He's really good.  I'm pretty sure he's gonna become like a world-famous author someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's his website:  &lt;a href="http://freedomfighters-tannersbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://freedomfighters-tannersbook.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, its kind of a different type of writing.  But you have to give it a chance because i've read alot of it.  more than he's put on there.  And it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haybay*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-2218921349291817998?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2218921349291817998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2218921349291817998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2218921349291817998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2218921349291817998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom-fighters.html' title='Freedom Fighters'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5581695866889695317</id><published>2009-06-19T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:33:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AC Joints SUCK.</title><content type='html'>So I got back from the Chiropractor today with some devastating news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I tell you the news, I have to tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at swim practice about a month ago and I was doing a pulling set.  I wasn't fully inshape yet and I grabbed a set of hand paddles.  Big Mistake.  I was just about to glide into the wall and I took one last stroke and I heard a huge "POP" and felt my whole shoulder move in a way that shoulder's aren't meant to move.  I sat out the rest of practice and just stretched.  I only went to one other practice and then I left on my cruise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (June 15), my mom took me to Dr. Rosquist (chiropractor) and he told me that I had just sprained my Rotating Cuff Tendon and that I'd be out for like 2 weeks at the most.  Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to a different chiropractor who was really good.  (Don't get me wrong, Rosquist is amazing.  He just wasn't as specialized in this injury as this other guy).  He had spent like a year studying shoulders, elbows, ankles, arms, legs, and etc.  So anyway, He did some tests on my shoulder and came up with the following diagnosis:  My AC Joint is a complete wreck.  I'm not allowed to lift my arm at all which means....No Swimming.  I can't swim until my shoulder is better.  This is devastating.  He said it could take a few weeks at the LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I'll get better, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5581695866889695317?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5581695866889695317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5581695866889695317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5581695866889695317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5581695866889695317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/06/ac-joints-suck.html' title='AC Joints SUCK.'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-8783025802117157512</id><published>2009-06-17T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:57:10.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER ALREADY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alright!&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; It's offic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ially summer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ready to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;party!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So last week was my cruise...here's a few pics....and this isn't even the half of it. not even a quarter of it. not even a HUNDRETH of all the pics we took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlkpnTMdWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ipIGg2pXXQk/s1600-h/elevator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348416698566079842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlkpnTMdWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ipIGg2pXXQk/s320/elevator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/Sjlkpj2BNCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/u686AONH08U/s1600-h/lala%27s+ghost!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348416697638401058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/Sjlkpj2BNCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/u686AONH08U/s320/lala%27s+ghost!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlkpwLQKnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/D3qbWeSRgTg/s1600-h/pretty+ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348416700948687474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlkpwLQKnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/D3qbWeSRgTg/s320/pretty+ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlkpYF_4HI/AAAAAAAAAz8/bhXTFiPsL0Q/s1600-h/creepy+pirate+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348416694484197490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlkpYF_4HI/AAAAAAAAAz8/bhXTFiPsL0Q/s320/creepy+pirate+guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/Sjlhk9wGSaI/AAAAAAAAAy8/e0ksYDPlWpQ/s1600-h/chillin+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413320158661026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/Sjlhk9wGSaI/AAAAAAAAAy8/e0ksYDPlWpQ/s320/chillin+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliFY5E1zI/AAAAAAAAAzM/83-uUj3m0so/s1600-h/air+port.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413877199886130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliFY5E1zI/AAAAAAAAAzM/83-uUj3m0so/s320/air+port.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/Sjlhk4sEvZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RyPXVAKxoSw/s1600-h/everyone!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413318799605138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/Sjlhk4sEvZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RyPXVAKxoSw/s320/everyone!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliF9GuyyI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Fe30TaUIUV4/s1600-h/cuties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413886920837922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliF9GuyyI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Fe30TaUIUV4/s320/cuties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliFtqHVOI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Xn3MXvXjOTo/s1600-h/basketball+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413882774279394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliFtqHVOI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Xn3MXvXjOTo/s320/basketball+guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliGMMpYhI/AAAAAAAAAzk/schvDMgQY-4/s1600-h/Golden+gate+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413890972181010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliGMMpYhI/AAAAAAAAAzk/schvDMgQY-4/s320/Golden+gate+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlkpM4Cj3I/AAAAAAAAAz0/ccK_TP8jBB4/s1600-h/dance+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348416691472863090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlkpM4Cj3I/AAAAAAAAAz0/ccK_TP8jBB4/s320/dance+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413309233690514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlhkVDYd5I/AAAAAAAAAys/RgFJ4Z-K32k/s320/altos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/Sjlhkg8I7ZI/AAAAAAAAAy0/fgRBe4zp1QY/s1600-h/canada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413312424537490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/Sjlhkg8I7ZI/AAAAAAAAAy0/fgRBe4zp1QY/s320/canada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlhkPPzbHI/AAAAAAAAAyk/jHB1vYJipQ8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413307675176050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlhkPPzbHI/AAAAAAAAAyk/jHB1vYJipQ8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliGT0WmaI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SQCVLHmxYJQ/s1600-h/the+whole+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348413893017770402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjliGT0WmaI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SQCVLHmxYJQ/s320/the+whole+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(last pic: that's my whole group minus the other 5 guys who didn't go.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;L-R: Jessie, Lauren, Me, Stephen, Bethany, Angie, Preston, Madi, and Madz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So... Yeah!  I've had a great time.  Except I got home from my cruise and I threw up.  It was so lame.  I'm recovering right now tho so I'm good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've also really badly sprained my rotating cuff tendon *shoulder* while I was at swimming.  I'm out of swimming for probably 2 weeks, as long as i do my stretches.  (what if i don't!?) kidding.  Well yeah.  It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gimmie a call my friends.  I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAVE A FANTASTIC SUMMER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3://&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-8783025802117157512?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/8783025802117157512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=8783025802117157512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8783025802117157512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8783025802117157512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-already.html' title='SUMMER ALREADY!!!'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SjlkpnTMdWI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ipIGg2pXXQk/s72-c/elevator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5256429365958255362</id><published>2009-06-02T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:09:57.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- - 120th post! - -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So it's my 120th post!  wow, that's a lot to post!  I feel so accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....Me and him broke up.  I realized that I don't want a boyfriend.  I'm too young.  I like being boyfriend-less.  Then I'm free to have crushes *crushes are super-fun(: *, I'm free to shamelessly flirt with whom ever I please *and i &lt;em&gt;very muchly&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;enjoy flirting.*, and I don't have to worry about the whole stress of being a couple.  He was pretty sad about it, but I think he'll get over it soon enough.  School's almost out and after a whole summer of not being together, he'll be long over me. (I hope...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well yeah, 3 FREAKING DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT!!!!  WHOAH!  I'M SO EXCITED!  Go Summer!  Woot woot!  (:  and on the 7th, I'm going on tour with my dance studio and we're going on a cruise!  I'm so excited, I'll have to post about that when i get back on the 14th!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then....party time.  *evil summer laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*haybay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5256429365958255362?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5256429365958255362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5256429365958255362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5256429365958255362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5256429365958255362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/06/120th-post.html' title='- - 120th post! - -'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-8114773124701162082</id><published>2009-05-21T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:12:06.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Was Absolutely....Fantastic!</title><content type='html'>K so here's my opinion on the American Idol outcome last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I've liked Kris Allen since like the Top 12, but I haven't watched it a ton this season.  I just liked him.  He's a cutie.  And you are all going to think I'm crazy, but I don't really like Adam.  Not because of his "sexual preference" because I really don't care if someone's gay or not.  I think gay people are funny, they make me laugh!  And I'm not predjuiced against anyone who may or may not be gay.  I don't like Adam Lambert because in my opinion, his voice is too shrill.  When he goes up for high notes, he strains himself and it doesn't sound good.  Kris's voice is always smooth and it doesn't seem like he tries too hard to hit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam went on AI already a superstar and he is definitely going to cut a record deal with someone, just watch.  Kris went on there a college boy who no one knows in hopes of winning, but didn't think he would.  Last night, he said "Adam should have won." So clearly, he didn't think he was going to win.  He really deserved to win and I'm glad that he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going to buy the CD. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Haylee, Kris Allen fan &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-8114773124701162082?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/8114773124701162082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=8114773124701162082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8114773124701162082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8114773124701162082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-was-absolutelyfantastic.html' title='American Idol Was Absolutely....Fantastic!'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6308434985693501580</id><published>2009-05-19T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:17:11.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up Day!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  It's 7:10AM and I have to catch the bus in like 13 min! So this will be what I have the time to type right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of right now, my boyfriend doesn't think that I really love him and he thinks that there's a "catch" to "us".  I keep telling him that I really do love him and he needs to get that in his head, but he thinks that I'm going to break up with him soon and that all girls say "I love you" but they don't mean it.  Well Nick, If you're reading this, I LOVE YOU AND I MEAN IT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida was so much fun!  When I get my pictures from my uncle, I'm going to post them(:  We got there sunday night at about 8:30 and then me, lauren, and our cousin madison went down the the pool!  We met these kids there (they were from Ohio) and we all swam around and hung out and everything.  On Tuesday, the one named Jordan got my number from our friend Kristen (he was staying with Kristen's family and we went body-surfing with Kristen the day before so we got eachother's numbers) and texted me, asking if me and lauren wanted to go down to the beach.  The rest is history.  Me, Lauren, Jordan, and Kristen's brother James hung out for the rest of the trip, even until 20 min before we had to leave!  We had so much fun, and I will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forget this trip, or my Ohio Friends! &lt;3 you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so long.  This is all that I have the time to post right now....Gotta go catch my bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally Ho! Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6308434985693501580?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6308434985693501580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6308434985693501580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6308434985693501580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6308434985693501580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-up-day.html' title='Catch-Up Day!'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2681216098385803914</id><published>2009-04-27T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:39:22.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>May 2-performance at Scout-o-Rama and party at Angies(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8-party with dance buds(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 9-Stake dance and Mr. Amazing is gonna be there(:  I love him a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10-leave for a fun, sun-filled week at FLORIDA!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;May 17-return to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-2681216098385803914?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2681216098385803914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2681216098385803914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2681216098385803914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2681216098385803914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6678114728574169865</id><published>2009-04-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:27:27.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News(:</title><content type='html'>Me and the guy I like are going out now (:  I was just about to tell him that I like him, and then he told me that he has liked me for a long time (:  So now we are going out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the most amazing guy I have ever met(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6678114728574169865?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6678114728574169865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6678114728574169865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6678114728574169865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6678114728574169865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news.html' title='Good News(:'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-4119951936321137963</id><published>2009-04-16T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:24:01.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sorry, I'm terrible at blogging.</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been forever.  I keep MEANING to get to posting, something just always consumes the rest of my time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....update on my boys.  I am seriously in love with my best friend.  It's sad cuz he got dumped a little ago, and I have to watch him get his little heart broken.  It makes me so sad because I'm like the one there to be his "shoulder-to-cry-on" but I can't do anything. &lt;br /&gt;I think he is starting to like me tho!  I'm going to tell him either today or tomorrow, first chance I get! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new motto is Live with No Regrets. &lt;3  (Unless of course, it includes my dignity or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 haylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps....give me a topic to rant about or something.  I'm not good at coming up with my own stuff unless I get something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-4119951936321137963?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/4119951936321137963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=4119951936321137963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4119951936321137963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4119951936321137963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-sorry-im-terrible-at-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m so sorry, I&apos;m terrible at blogging.'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-8631210279450177875</id><published>2009-03-12T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:36:55.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so horrible with this lately!</title><content type='html'>It has been exactly a month!  Gosh, whats wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so again, with the boys....&lt;br /&gt;I still like Mr. Green Eyes, but I like another kid.  He is my friend and I met him a year ago.  We haven't hung out a ton, but I talk to him like every day.  I really like him.  But he likes another girl who his friends going out with.  What should I do?  I mean, I really like him!  And I don't wanna tell him until we start hanging out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advise????&lt;br /&gt;**Haylee Ann**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-8631210279450177875?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/8631210279450177875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=8631210279450177875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8631210279450177875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8631210279450177875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-horrible-with-this-lately.html' title='I&apos;m so horrible with this lately!'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7307546143825427386</id><published>2009-02-12T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:18:17.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated this thing in forever.  Well, a TON has happened in the last....what's it been?  A whole &lt;em&gt;MONTH?&lt;/em&gt;  Well, here's the important things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Him?  Over.  Really short.  He is a loser.  He broke my &lt;3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valentines day?  School dance and stake dance.  School dance-lame.  Stake dance-gorgeous boys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life?  Its kinda empty....but I've moved on from Loser boy and I like a kid with amazing green eyes.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah.  Anything else you wanna know about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3haylee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-7307546143825427386?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7307546143825427386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7307546143825427386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7307546143825427386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7307546143825427386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3647973317508961538</id><published>2009-01-31T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:56:37.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously!!!!</title><content type='html'>BIGGIE HUGIE NEWS1!!!!  I TOLD THE GUY I LIKE THAT I LIKE HIM AND HE LIKES ME TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  AH I AM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*we aren't like a "thing" yet but we like eachother!!!! and this is the same guy that Ive been posting about since like october 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 HAYLEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3647973317508961538?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3647973317508961538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3647973317508961538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3647973317508961538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3647973317508961538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously!!!!'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1981635787107641058</id><published>2009-01-24T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:49:44.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**111th post!!!!**</title><content type='html'>Whoo!!!! I have reached&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; posts!  I think that THAT is pretty cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just got home from seeing &lt;em&gt;'Forever Strong'&lt;/em&gt; for the second time.  I just have to say that That is a very amazing and touching movie.  I love it.  It's definitely something that I want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very important question that I really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;need your guys's imput in.  Here it is:  Should I tell the guy that I like that I like him?  Like straight up, "I like you" ?  Because he already knows that I like him, but he sometimes asks "Who do you like?" like he wants me to tell him.  So should I tell him?  I don't know because what if he doesn't like me back and I feel all stupid and even more awkward around him?  Or what if it's too embarassing?  Tell me what you think.... (PLEASE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my last thing I need to talk about....my band's blog.  NO ONE EVER VISITS THERE.  I have a link on the very top of my column, but no one is using it!  I promise I'll post there more!!!!  PLEASE VISIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-1981635787107641058?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1981635787107641058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1981635787107641058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1981635787107641058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1981635787107641058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/01/111th-post.html' title='**111th post!!!!**'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5279614632065516896</id><published>2009-01-22T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:30:21.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Freak Out</title><content type='html'>Do you guys remember my post on August 25th? (Go back and read it if you haven't yet.  DO NOT CONTINUE READING THIS POST UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE FIRST PARAGRAPH OF &lt;a href="http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/08/catchin-up-on-my-posting.html"&gt;'Catchin' up on my posting....'&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*I will NOT continue with this post until you have read it.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you read it yet?  GOOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  (:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  NOW, I can continue.  So it's the &lt;em&gt;first day&lt;/em&gt; of my school.  Can you guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33haylee&lt;br /&gt;ps....comment and i'll tell you if you're right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5279614632065516896?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5279614632065516896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5279614632065516896&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5279614632065516896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5279614632065516896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-freak-out.html' title='First Day Freak Out'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-8817608340587961275</id><published>2009-01-16T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:52:19.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just imagine that there is an awesome title right here</title><content type='html'>Ahh I'm officially out of American Prep Academy! Yesterday was my last day at&lt;em&gt; g&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Well, I went to get registered for South Jordan *home of the SNOW LEOPARDS* today and I just got home. Wow, it was....ca-ray-zay! It was so much different than my old school. I absolutely loved it. There are like butterflies in my stomach because i love it already. I'm kinda nervous tho! What if i miss my bus? What if i forget where all my classes are? I don't know really anyone! Ah all these "WHAT IF'S?" are driving me nuts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291981628439715890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SXDlQMEK4DI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mbrbB0FZbm8/s320/SOJO.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3haylee&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-8817608340587961275?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/8817608340587961275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=8817608340587961275&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8817608340587961275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8817608340587961275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-imagine-that-there-is-awesome.html' title='Just imagine that there is an awesome title right here'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SXDlQMEK4DI/AAAAAAAAAxk/mbrbB0FZbm8/s72-c/SOJO.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-264076829730501154</id><published>2009-01-06T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:05:03.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so stoked!</title><content type='html'>*It's the 108th post today!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am just wanting to express my excitement because I'm transferring schools next friday!!!!  :D&lt;br /&gt;And most of you are probably thinking,  &lt;em&gt;"what the heck!? why is that a freakin good thing???" &lt;/em&gt;and here is why it is such an amazing thing:&lt;br /&gt;     ~I get a clean slate.  It's not like I'm like a rebel or anything.  Actually, I'm the opposite of that.  I'm really like the quiet, chilled, mellow one.  I'm a completely different person at school than I am at like church and other things.  I don't talk a ton in class or anything, I mean yeah, when I get at it I'm a chatterbox.  But I dunno, I feel like I'm known as the "smart one" cuz I get good grades and I have to help my friends with their homework.  *but it's not like their stupid*  and when I go to my new school, I get to be who I want and who I really am:  Me.&lt;br /&gt;     ~I'm going to be away from my school's drama. *Yes, I know that drama is unavoidable* I go to a charter school *aka private school, uniform school, smart school, etc* and it, like all other charter schools, is very VERY small.  There are only around 65 kids IN MY GRADE.  You may think that this makes it so that there is LESS drama than normal Jr. Highs, but in reality, there is actually more.  This is because there are less people, which makes it so everyone is picked on more than normal.  Plus, most of the girls in my grade are very immature and they are total drama queens and everyone hates someone for no reason AT ALL.  So there is a lot of crap going around about everyone *you hear something about every person every single freakin day* and it makes me sick to my stomach.  I'm very excited to be away from all that.&lt;br /&gt;     ~Boyzzz.....lotsss offf themmm.... *like I said above, 60 kids/grade=not a ton of guys to choose from...*&lt;br /&gt;     ~Two words:  NORMAL CLOTHES&lt;br /&gt;     ~The excitement of being the &lt;em&gt;"New Girl"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah as you can see, I am very stoked!  Next Thursday is my last day at American Preparatory Academy, and next friday is my first day at South Jordan Middle.  I waited until the end of the semester so my grades wouldn't be all messed up and I thought it would be better to start with a clean report card just when everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333 Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-264076829730501154?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/264076829730501154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=264076829730501154&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/264076829730501154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/264076829730501154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-stoked.html' title='I&apos;m so stoked!'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6805123495548319061</id><published>2008-12-31T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:43:38.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stake Dance--Happy New Years!!!!  XD</title><content type='html'>I just barely got home from my stake dance and I had sooo much funn!  (no, you-know-who wasn't there .... :'[ .... )  but I had a blast anyway!  I went with my friend Jesse and her friend Angela came with us and Ahhhhhhh it was soooooo much fun!!!!  And my friend Garret and my other friend Jared were there and I had no freaking idea that they would be there so I ended up dancing with both of them!  It was a BLAST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....Happy New Years!!!! &lt;br /&gt;PS....don't get high off of Sparkling Cider or blowing those cool little horn things. :D  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6805123495548319061?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6805123495548319061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6805123495548319061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6805123495548319061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6805123495548319061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/12/stake-dance-happy-new-years-xd.html' title='Stake Dance--Happy New Years!!!!  XD'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3519928579038460606</id><published>2008-12-26T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:59:05.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!  Hope you all had a very merry christmas and I hope you all remembered the TRUE meaning of Christmas:  The birth of our Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things I recieved:&lt;br /&gt;~a SICKALICIOUS ebony/ivory electric guitar!&lt;br /&gt;~tons of cute clothes from AERO!&lt;br /&gt;~cute bags&lt;br /&gt;~candy and gum!&lt;br /&gt;~cute jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just my favorites.  I got some other stuff but these are the best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**haylee**&lt;br /&gt;ps....There is a STAKE DANCE (14 and up) for my stake next wednesday and it will be my first one!  I'm so excited!  I hope the guy I like goes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3519928579038460606?l=koalatate.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3519928579038460606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3519928579038460606&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3519928579038460606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3519928579038460606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!'/><author><name>Haylee Ann [=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01386891415837147387'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry></feed>