<?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-6085118481403886611</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:52:27.335-08:00</updated><category term='Young Americans Tour'/><title type='text'>l i f e * e x p e r i e n c e</title><subtitle type='html'>all about the little life of haylee</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6447777973765440375</id><published>2011-03-09T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:59:35.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Region times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 free:  :28.37&lt;br /&gt;100 fly: 1:07.98!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the state team, but I was 2nd alternate--therefore I didn't legitimately swim in state.  But I got a deck pass and all the hip hop of being on the state team. (:  I'll definately make it next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my boy left on his mission, that was SSSUUUPPPEEERRR hard, but I'm moving on now.  It's been about a month and a half.  He's doing the right thing, and I'm having fun in high school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LICENSE!!!  I love to drive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....it better start getting warm.  I hate the cold.  I seriously want to curl up into a ball and throw up then die every time I look out the window and there's a fresh layer of snow on the ground.  Ew. It makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...Job hunting is definately boring.  I don't want to workkkkk......Stressful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate drama. And stuck up, cocky people.  (Welcome to High school...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6447777973765440375?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6447777973765440375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6447777973765440375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6447777973765440375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6447777973765440375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2011/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5270865529846816873</id><published>2010-11-15T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T19:51:18.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new*times</title><content type='html'>most recent times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 fly:  1:08.17&lt;br /&gt;50 free: 28.67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seated 21st in state in fly...they take the top 25. go me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5270865529846816873?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5270865529846816873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5270865529846816873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5270865529846816873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5270865529846816873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2010/11/newtimes.html' title='new*times'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2298486716566825775</id><published>2010-09-23T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:08:41.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear mister darcy...</title><content type='html'>don't ask me about the title, i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... high school (: i love bingham.  its the best thing that has happened to me.  so many new faces.  plus, i got asked to homecoming!  its in like... three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming started this week... i love my team... bingham swimming... &lt;3 ... my shoulder healed, and now i'm building up strength.  my end of summer times:&lt;br /&gt;100 free--1:04&lt;br /&gt;100 breast--1:19&lt;br /&gt;100 fly--1:12&lt;br /&gt;100 IM--1:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm basically dating my best friend.  hes the best ever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...hopefully i remember to update this more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovee...haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-2298486716566825775?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2298486716566825775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2298486716566825775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2298486716566825775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2298486716566825775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-mister-darcy.html' title='dear mister darcy...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7859220934722348135</id><published>2010-03-16T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:09:26.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear.</title><content type='html'>Wow i'm horrible at this posting thing. well lotsa stuff has happened since christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting up piano again, and i've started performing again. swimming just took up way too much time in my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of middle school. I need to go to bingham... pronto... i hate the sevies.. i hate eigth graders... i just wanna be older. i'm getting my permit really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming has gone great, the high school season ended about a month ago. we totally owned region, boys and girls. i took 5th in breastroke(: i get a letterman jacket. (: and then state... wow. stress overload. boys took third and girls took fifth, which is absolutely great(: i can't wait til next season. i love my team&lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449386753370104242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/S6AcYU5YIbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ZBcxX9MT9so/s320/2009+September-January+2010+455.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449386756883758530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/S6AcYh_GPcI/AAAAAAAAA1g/wDj5RrBpLfI/s320/2009+September-January+2010+461.jpg" /&gt;hmmm...... i haven't had a boyfriend in four months. the last one? it ended cuz he lost sight of me and kinda just played me. but its okay because we are like still best friends. hes the best(: and i still like the guy i've had a crush on for over a year. and he likes me(: we aren't a thing. but we kinda like eachother(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;big news? i get my braces off tomorrow(: heres me now... (well in november.. i haven't changed much... cept now i'm way super white...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449385231850348882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/S6Aa_wyzIVI/AAAAAAAAA04/iq34ECZQEVs/s320/2009+September-January+2010+284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll update later.&lt;br /&gt;Haylee, over and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6085118481403886611-7859220934722348135?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7859220934722348135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7859220934722348135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7859220934722348135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7859220934722348135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear.'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/S6AcYU5YIbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ZBcxX9MT9so/s72-c/2009+September-January+2010+455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-314515496162664616</id><published>2009-12-26T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:20:48.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh! its been what..? 5 months? wow. i suck at this.</title><content type='html'>Okay!  well update time. Sorry, i'm terrible at blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i've been swimming for Bingham High School. (: yes. and We are UNDEFEATED! Right now, my shoulder's been giving me problems still. so i've only been swimming freestyle and breastroke.  50 free time: 29.11. 100 free time: 1:04:--.  100 breast time: 1:20:75.  I'm seated 50th for the breast in state!!!(: i'm stoked. season is about halfway over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingham took State in football(: go us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys? I like a senior. again. (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an iPod Touch for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll finish later.&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/6085118481403886611-314515496162664616?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/314515496162664616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=314515496162664616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/314515496162664616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/314515496162664616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2009/12/gosh-its-been-what-5-months-wow-i-suck.html' title='Gosh! its been what..? 5 months? wow. i suck at this.'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=4119951936321137963&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1981635787107641058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3696425284218757971</id><published>2008-12-22T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:01:39.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Heck?</title><content type='html'>Who am i kidding about him?  In what universe would HE like ME?  I am so heart broken by it that i think i'm going to give up completely. :'[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves....Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3696425284218757971?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3696425284218757971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3696425284218757971&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3696425284218757971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3696425284218757971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-heck_22.html' title='What the Heck?'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-8463861547239480242</id><published>2008-12-15T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:10:52.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilariousness.... :D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was church and that means my favorite time of the week *gasp* SUNDAY SCHOOL!!!!  It is seriously my favorite hour of the week.  I look forward to it more than anything else.  The reason being:  my class is the funnest thing ever.  I love every one in it (yes that means ALL OF THEM!!!)  pretty much there are only 2 girls, and like 7 guys.  but yesterday, there were 6 guys and me.  Yep, just me.  :D  So....yeah here is what I'm trying to get at:&lt;br /&gt;So my friend (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we will call him freddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) and the guy I like (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;man, i gotta give him a name....lets say....jerry :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) are like really good friends and they go to the same school right?  Well they were talking and freddy was like "Oh man ya know [that girl?]  Man, she is a BABE"  and then jerry was like "awh man she is I'm not gonna lie"  and they were just talking about this random girl that they think is a babe.  Well the conversation died down and then it was seriously like silent.  (that NEVER happens in my class)  and then my teacher, Jeff [seriously thats his name] Was like "Hey freddy can I ask you a question?"  and freddy is like "sure....?"  and so then Jeff looks at ME then looks at FREDDY and says "Do you think HAYLEE is a babe?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I WAS LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Because, well, this 'freddy' has asked me out a few times last summer and I'm like pretty sure he likes me (I don't mean it like "oh my gosh he likes me i'm so amazing and everything", but like seriously....)  So that makes it even funnier.  What made it the funniest was that when Jeff said that Freddy's eyes got all big and he just stared at me.  Ahaha I will never forget that. &lt;br /&gt;But the bestest most amazingest part was what happened after Freddy's eyes bugged out of his head.  So Jerry was of course laughing at him, as was I.  But Jerry's best friend....erm....lets call him....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  So Marty wasn't laughing very hard, but he was looking back and forth between me and Jerry. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember: Jerry is the guy I just so happen to have that major crush on)&lt;/span&gt;  Finally, his voice got really quiet and he said "well....jerry does...." (the answer to the previous question.  "do you think haylee is a babe")  So then, if I remember correctly, Jerry looked at Marty with a&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "&lt;em&gt;what the heck are you thinking she is sitting right there!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; face.  I tried so hard not to squeal when he said that.  But on the inside....my blood cells were throwin a hugie ginormous party.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....I love sunday school. &lt;3&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/6085118481403886611-8463861547239480242?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/8463861547239480242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=8463861547239480242&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8463861547239480242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8463861547239480242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/12/hilariousness-d.html' title='Hilariousness.... :D'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1793899047042706553</id><published>2008-12-13T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:54:49.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. Each blogger starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3. Blogger that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their 8 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. At the end of your blog,you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Don't forget to leave them a comment,telling them that they've been tagged and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8 Random facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.  I'm switching schools in January (i'm so excited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.  What I do: play violin, sing, piano, guitar, swim, dance, and play soccer :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3.  I really want to go skydiving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but not bungee-jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4.  My life stories are: 'Realize' (Colbie Callait) and 'To Be With You' (David Archuleta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5.  I am socially humilated every single day, but I find it really funny :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6.  I have 6 siblings:  3 brothers and 3 sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7.  I am thankful for boys....they make the world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8.  It is impossible for me to keep toothpaste in my mouth while I'm brushing my teeth, I have to spit it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8 People I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1.  Tayler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3.  Hailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4.  McKayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5.  Sadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6.  Logan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7.  Rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8.  Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope you guys have as much fun as I did.... (not really....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-1793899047042706553?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1793899047042706553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1793899047042706553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1793899047042706553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1793899047042706553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5580098969695776217</id><published>2008-12-11T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:52:54.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Re-Do</title><content type='html'>I think I want to re-do my room.  Right now, I feel like it's just a bunch of random styles and pieces of furniture put together.  I am thinking something like....contemporary or classic/regal.  (creme, black and hot pink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5580098969695776217?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5580098969695776217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5580098969695776217&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5580098969695776217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5580098969695776217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/12/room-re-do.html' title='Room Re-Do'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-8916545180873130511</id><published>2008-12-03T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:04:49.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December....? Already!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It just doesn't feel like december.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is NO snow on the ground, only HALF of our decorations are up, and I haven't even gone CHRISTMAS SHOPPING yet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes...It's starting to get cold, and christmas music plays 24/7 on the radio....for pete's sake people, Christmas break is in a measly 16 days!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The new year is right around the corner!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, start mailing those letters to 'Santa' and making your New Year's resolutions, cuz man, It's TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps...If you haven't made your trip to Salt Lake City's Temple Square, hurry up!&lt;/span&gt; What are you waiting for!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is just some of the beautiful lights and scenery there: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(sorry the pictures are small, you can google 'temple square lights' for better pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702823892204882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/STcPxDaevVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/tinqhCZlFgo/s320/ts4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702818561417938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/STcPwvjhYtI/AAAAAAAAAwI/_hfFoR0NBLM/s320/ts1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702822450000050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/STcPw-CocLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/ik3XXZaXAOI/s320/ts2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702819891250466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/STcPw0glBSI/AAAAAAAAAwY/MQdbTZoFhjk/s320/ts3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-8916545180873130511?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/8916545180873130511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=8916545180873130511&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8916545180873130511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8916545180873130511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-already.html' title='December....? Already!?!?'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/STcPxDaevVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/tinqhCZlFgo/s72-c/ts4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-703806193534337017</id><published>2008-11-26T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:12:36.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha yet another story!</title><content type='html'>Well short story tonight, but worth reading. (well...maybe worth it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight was suppose to be YW, but it ended up being cancelled and no one told me...but my dad is the 'Teacher Quorum Advisor' so he is over the 14-15 guys.  yes, the guy I like is 14.  haha and so me and my dad showed up and he was the only other one there, so we were like setting up chairs in the room and my dad went to call some other kid whos 15...and left me and him alone in the room...ahh but it was so awkward!!!  Like, we sat there for a min or 2 and finally we were both like "uhh...so...ahem...whats up??..." (AHH-i didn't kno what to say!!!)  so he's like "so...what you doin tonight?"  I was like "uhh...nothin...?" and then we started talking about Thanksgiving...and then it was all quiet AGAIN...and then like 5 min later my dad walked back in and ugh...it was so awkward...longest 5 min of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love workin out!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/haylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HA&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PPY&lt;/span&gt; THA&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;NKS&lt;/span&gt;GIV&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;G!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-703806193534337017?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/703806193534337017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=703806193534337017&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/703806193534337017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/703806193534337017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha-yet-another-story.html' title='Haha yet another story!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6976511737670398242</id><published>2008-11-23T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:31:59.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time!!!</title><content type='html'>SO...yesterday my sunday school teacher took us (his class) to artic circle to get shakes (for our 3.0 GPA or above) and you guessed it, HE went.  and so we were gettin in the car and I was by my friend in the back and he was gettin in and was like "k well im sittin in the back" :D :D :D  ahh he sat right next to me!!! and when we were driving, his voice got all quiet and soft and he was like "happy birthday" :D :D :D and he was like "so what did ya get for your birthday?" so I told him and ahh he was like "thats cool :D" and he smiled and ahh i was about do DIE!!! &lt;br /&gt;Yepp :D  I got a digital camera for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!  Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6976511737670398242?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6976511737670398242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6976511737670398242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6976511737670398242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6976511737670398242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-time.html' title='Story time!!!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-990202692133986049</id><published>2008-11-21T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:57:17.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!!!</title><content type='html'>Ahh you guys!!! I saw TWILIGHT last night!!!!! It was the best movie ever! I totally loved it!!! Like, I'm going to go see it again I loved it so much!!! It was one of the best birthday presents ever!!! (Tomorrow, the big day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271279545608438802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SSdY0XvGBBI/AAAAAAAAAv8/fqtQteMraLc/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they first announced the characters and actors, I was a little mad at who they had chosen. But, I absolutely loved it! Man, all the guys in there are so freakin HAWT!!! Especially EDWARD!!!!!!! ahh I'm in love!!! (just my little celebrity crush-I still love that other guy in my ward) but MAN. He is SMOKIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves! Haylee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps...GO BYU!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-990202692133986049?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/990202692133986049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=990202692133986049&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/990202692133986049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/990202692133986049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight!!!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SSdY0XvGBBI/AAAAAAAAAv8/fqtQteMraLc/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3232514934686569695</id><published>2008-11-20T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:56:25.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a better day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey guys!  It's been better since my last post, not the best but I'm not crying.  -that is a good thing-  so I thought I'd share my latest story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had mutual last night (combined ym/yw's) and HE was there &lt;:-D well no I didn't talk to him... :'( -sniff sniff- but I did catch him staring, yup thats right, staring at me a few times.  And it wasn't just like a 'shy, oh look away shes lookin at me!' stare, nope.  it was a 'ahh look deep into my eyes!' stare &lt;:-D ahh haha I seriously melted...haha and man, he looked very FI-INE last night.&lt;br /&gt;ahh I also get to see him on saturday!!!  :-) -what if he asked me out on my birthday!?  ah that would be the cutest thing!!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...GO BYU!!!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man I hope they win on saturday, or else it will be a sucky birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- fake friends are like leaves, found everywhere.  true friends are like diamonds, precious and rare :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3232514934686569695?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3232514934686569695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3232514934686569695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3232514934686569695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3232514934686569695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-better-day.html' title='Its a better day...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5771416358509412824</id><published>2008-11-17T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:09:08.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SSIVp5ipQrI/AAAAAAAAAvk/XcdWHsTj8r0/s1600-h/sad+smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269798323541852850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SSIVp5ipQrI/AAAAAAAAAvk/XcdWHsTj8r0/s320/sad+smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's just one of those days where I just want to sit down and cry and have someone just come and sit next to me and put their arm around me and whisper "everything's going to be ok. I love you"...But I just need to release it all...I'm not perfect you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE Jr. High...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loves, Haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Crap...well this is the crappiest start to the crappiest week that leads to the crappiest birthday ever. Well, here comes the big 14. On saturday... :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5771416358509412824?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5771416358509412824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5771416358509412824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5771416358509412824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5771416358509412824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SSIVp5ipQrI/AAAAAAAAAvk/XcdWHsTj8r0/s72-c/sad+smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-8404024136479405367</id><published>2008-11-13T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:22:19.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another story...</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to opening exercises for Young Womens (the prayer, song, themes, scripture, etc) and I was wearing one the most embarassing thing ever.  I was wearing white, magenta, and peach tank tops and a magenta Aero jacket over it.  I was wearing BRIGHT turquoise capris that say "PINK" on them (VICTORIAS SECRET)  with, the best part, PINK AND WHITE STRIPED KNEE SOCKS.  yeah.  it's so hot huh. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...so the guy I like was there and I guess he had a friend there and I would look over at the guy I like and he'd be lookin at me.  Then he'd look for a sec and turn away really fast and whisper something to his friend and then like 5 seconds later they would BOTH turn and look at me...ahh....it was REALLY WEIRD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.  tonight is volleyball and it rocks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;3 haylee&lt;br /&gt;...peace...love...happiness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-8404024136479405367?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/8404024136479405367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=8404024136479405367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8404024136479405367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8404024136479405367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-story.html' title='Another story...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6680317178080579902</id><published>2008-11-09T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:04:36.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh! K guys! My mom FINALLY had her babies!!! I'm so excited! We have named them!She had them on Wednesday, Nov. 5 around 5:55pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hannah Jane Tate (A): 5lbs. 4oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bella Grace Tate (B): 4lbs. 9oz.&lt;br /&gt;Eden Hope Tate (C): 3lbs 15oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh guys I am in LOVE! They are the most cutest amazingest adorablest darlingest babies I have ever seen!!!!! These pictures will say what I can't!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hannah Jane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266719701792857650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SRclqhzqHjI/AAAAAAAAAvE/pJMmnF32PKg/s320/Hannah+Jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bella Grace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266719714218313282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SRclrQGHhkI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Hg2zdAz_v1U/s320/Bells+Grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Eden Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266719721649890626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SRclrrx8ZUI/AAAAAAAAAvU/qOivmEzrUkQ/s320/Eden+Hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just the cutest things?? &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;3haylee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6680317178080579902?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6680317178080579902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6680317178080579902&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6680317178080579902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6680317178080579902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/11/babies.html' title='Babies!!!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SRclqhzqHjI/AAAAAAAAAvE/pJMmnF32PKg/s72-c/Hannah+Jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-371913663584661863</id><published>2008-11-03T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:50:59.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life-Living Quotes :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listen to these, They actually mean something!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;'Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;A sharp tongue can cut your own throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;If you want your dreams to come true, you mustn't oversleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The best vitamin for making friends..... B1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The heaviest thing you can carry is a grudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;One thing you can give and still keep...is your word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;You lie the loudest when you lie to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;If you lack the courage to start, you have already finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;One thing you can't recycle is wasted time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Ideas won't work unless ' You' do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Your mind is like a parachute...it functions only when open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The 10 commandments are not a multiple choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;It is never too late to become what you might have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe everything happens fo r a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. I f it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you might not get them back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Cute Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;...peace...love...happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-371913663584661863?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/371913663584661863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=371913663584661863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/371913663584661863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/371913663584661863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-living-quotes-d.html' title='Life-Living Quotes :D'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5334628230612280345</id><published>2008-10-29T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:02:20.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bOO-Ed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SQjrZGroIoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/TQUDG7NlJvY/s1600-h/happy_halloween%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262714981105279618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SQjrZGroIoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/TQUDG7NlJvY/s320/happy_halloween%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I get to Boo some lucky souls back!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So here is how the Blogging Boo will go:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go to as many friends as you want and tell them they've been "B00-ed". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have them link back to your blog to pick up their Halloween Treat (picture) and tell them to Boo their friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Then put the pic in your side bar so everyone knows that you've already been boo-ed and to send the pic to someone else.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So be watching your comments to see if you get boo-ed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...Peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5334628230612280345?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5334628230612280345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5334628230612280345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5334628230612280345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5334628230612280345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo-ed.html' title='bOO-Ed!!!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SQjrZGroIoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/TQUDG7NlJvY/s72-c/happy_halloween%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-815787567816365679</id><published>2008-10-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:27:01.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY FREAK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh my gosh! So k Kaylee slept over last night (WE HAD A BLAST!!!) But last night we were scootering down the street, with no hands, not very easy-don't try this at home, we are professionals!- haha but then my crush's brother (NERD! HAHA jk he rocks my socks!) hes like 16, texted me and was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"k haha i'm home from football"&lt;br /&gt;and so i said "k haha well were on yer street! i can see yer house!!!"&lt;br /&gt;so he came outside. then THE CUTEST HOTTEST KID (his brother of who i have a crush on)&lt;br /&gt;came out too!!!! and he was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"hey is that [my brother(he really said his name but i'm not going to say it)]???"&lt;br /&gt;and so they were talking and I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!!!! Freak! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;so...yeah. but ironic, he didn't say anything to me either!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But another coincidence, on sunday when I walked into sacrament, The 16-year old saw me, smiled, waved, and then whispered something to the hot one!!! but when I asked him after church, He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"oh well i just smiled at you"&lt;br /&gt;NO! HE DIDN'T! and so then last night when my crush walked out and started talking to him, HE WHISPERED SOMETHING!!! and the coincidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BOTH TIMES WERE WHEN I WALKED UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;THIS makes me so mad. He won't tell me what he said!!! Lauren thinks that he really likes me, but won't talk to me, so the 16 Y.O. was saying something like "oh look theres haylee!" or something. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a freak when it comes to boys. ugh, i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there is what i did last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Peace...Love...Happiness...&lt;br /&gt;Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-815787567816365679?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/815787567816365679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=815787567816365679&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/815787567816365679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/815787567816365679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-freak.html' title='OH MY FREAK!!!!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-398112896159579880</id><published>2008-10-10T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:19:54.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, Just gotta say that I REALLY like this boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And Also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT WAIT FOR SNOWBOARDING SEASON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Another Thing...I already knew this but I've been having a bit of trouble with someone lately, so Here's what I have learned.  I've learned that I can't control what other people say or do; the only thing that I can control is my own actions and my own mouth and my own emotions.  I can't make someone realize something, I can only try to explain it any hope that they understand.  No matter how stupid I think something is, I just have to realize that some other person might be thinking the same thing about something I did.  I am not the only one with an opinion, and thinking something bad about someone else is the same thing as them thinking something bad about me.  So, next time you are thinking about someone or gossipping, Just remember that it is the same thing as them saying/thinking it about you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well yeah...Hope your week has been better than mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...Peace...Love...Happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-398112896159579880?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/398112896159579880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=398112896159579880&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/398112896159579880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/398112896159579880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-things.html' title='Some things...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-760161716193791032</id><published>2008-10-08T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:34:49.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves...</title><content type='html'>Hey Sadie--thanks for the idea! She asked what other peoples were, so Here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Clothes that are too small.  UGH!  I absolutely hate when I see someone walking down the hall/street/room/whatever, and their pants are only to their ankles or their shirt is like past their wrists!!!  Yeah, well I know some people can't like, afford new stuff but COME ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Singing Off-Key.  Yes, sometimes I do, but when I do, I ABSOLUTELY HATE MYSELF!!!  It bugs me when someone thinks their so cool and such good singers but then they hit a wrong note (flat or sharp) and STILL think their so cool.  Wowie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  People who think that their always right.  I hate it when someone can't take critisism the right way or defend themselves when someone says something to them that they did wrong. (I only do this on my bad days) But like I'll tell someone about something they did to hurt my feelings or something and then that person gets all defensive and tells me that I'm wrong and that I did everything wrong.  This really bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's my pet peeves.  What's yours???&lt;br /&gt;Peace...Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-760161716193791032?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/760161716193791032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=760161716193791032&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/760161716193791032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/760161716193791032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/10/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7823556528855614735</id><published>2008-10-02T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:44:57.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>Hey sorry guys! Haven't posted since last month! haha&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah every time i open this its the depressing 9/11 thing so I decided I'd make my blog a little happier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New guy.  Gosh I love him.  Too bad he don't know it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hate school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No school tomorrow.  I'm the only one.  Retarded right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STILL don't have a phone. Even MORE retarded right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lovin' dance.  It's so fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bestest buddies all have boys in their life.  Mine don't even know I exist.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well...Pretty much it! :D  Talk to me soon! I love ya all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PEACE LOVE HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;Haylee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-7823556528855614735?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7823556528855614735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7823556528855614735&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7823556528855614735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7823556528855614735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5411030339791332182</id><published>2008-09-11T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:23:25.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about today and what happened 7 years ago. I walked into the school today thinking, "oh well it's september 11, and oh well its an important day." But never really thought about it until 4th period. My teacher, Mrs. Hamilton, showed us a movie about the twin towers and the world trade center. Watching all the devastation, people jumping out of the buildings and just seeing those planes collide into the towers, it made me really think, i even got "teary eyed" and was about to cry. It made think of this song, "Have You Forgotten?" by Darryl Worley. It makes this song even more special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear people saying we don't need this warI say there's some things worth fighting forWhat about our freedom and this piece of ground? We didn't get to keep 'em by backing down They say we don't realize the mess we're getting in Before you start preaching Let me ask you this my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten how it felt that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see your homeland under fire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And her people blown away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you forgotten when those towers fell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had neighbors still inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going through a living hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you say we shouldn't worry 'bout Bin Laden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you forgotten?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took all the footage off my T.V. Said it's too disturbing for you and me It'll just breed anger that's what the experts say If it was up to me I'd show it every day Some say this country's just out looking for a fight After 9/11 man I'd have to say that's right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten how it felt that day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see your homeland under fire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And her people blown away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you forgotten when those towers fell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had neighbors still insideGoing through a living hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you say we shouldn't worry 'bout Bin Laden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;I've been there with the soldiers Who've gone away to war And you can bet they remember Just what they're fighting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten all the people killed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some went down like heroes in that Pennsylvania field &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you forgotten about our Pentagon? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the loved ones that we lost &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And those left to carry on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you tell me not to worry about Bin Laden &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've watched videos, I'm watching the History channel right now, and I'm about to cry listening to the stories about the survivors' stories and how depressing it is for the people in the building who were killed. Mrs. Hamilton was also telling us about how the people who were on the plane that crashed put up a fight when they learned that the terrorists were going to hit the white house. They were saying "don't do it! we will do what ever we can to stop you!" and things like that, but they all knew they were going to die. so they all called their families and said good-bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cannot believe that these people would do anything to do this. I just saw on the history channel this woman who lived in NY and her husband worked in the World Trade Center. She was awaiting his call to tell her that she was ok and then she got ahold of him and all he said was "I'm gonna be ok, just stay calm, and if this doesn't end well, just know that you made my life amazing" and then hung up. She called her husbands friend and was talking to him, and then she said, "i'm just so scared," and then he was about to say something, then on the TV, the buliding collapsed. all he could her was her anguishing, blood-curdling cry, because her husband was directing people to saftey, and his buliding just had collapsed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cannot possibly imagine how devastating that is, I did not have anyone I knew in New York at the time, nor do I know anyone who was. But just listening to these stories makes me so sad to think about how much pain everyone who had loved ones in those bulidings and lost loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to come to a close, because I can't write more. It's too much for my emotion to handle. Maybe when I gain control I will write more, but as of now, just think about these stories, the song, all these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;May God Bless all our lives with peace and may He bless our country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;3haylee&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5411030339791332182?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5411030339791332182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5411030339791332182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5411030339791332182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5411030339791332182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5842260902475955335</id><published>2008-09-03T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:24:46.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Aren't these so cool!?!?!?!? :] &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242000859070340914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SL9UAg0uHzI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2bwj2JMANJs/s320/peace2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242000858010792626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SL9UAc4GsrI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9UcxAkuzyJ8/s320/peace.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha sorry, Me and Sam are obsessed with PEACE SIGNS! We're already planning to be hippies for halloween and have peace all over us. We've both got peace neclaces, earrings, bracelets, headbands, clothes, mirrors, you name it. Cool right? I try. Haha just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;IF YOU HAVE MORE PEACE PICS, EMAIL THEM TO ME! :] thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;3peace.love.happiness&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5842260902475955335?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5842260902475955335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5842260902475955335&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5842260902475955335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5842260902475955335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/09/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SL9UAg0uHzI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2bwj2JMANJs/s72-c/peace2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7703035515304296796</id><published>2008-08-31T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:52:45.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally's Clippies! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just letting you all know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I am now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; able to sell&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sally's Clippies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; is letting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sam and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sell them so just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;talk to one of us if you want some&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have inventory in my locker and sam is getting some so talk to us because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;they are SOOOOOOO cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Here's a little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sneak peek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;at what is selling amazingly right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240892601187820306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLtkDafF4xI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LW0rbKK-hng/s320/butterfly_felt_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Fly-away" Savers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (I came up with that name myself!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240892596146885298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLtkDHtPUrI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UX1dgBXxh7Y/s320/marshmellows_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Marshmallow Clippies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240891965211192322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLtjeZScrAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/oCUIPkS7lak/s320/all+gerber+daisies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gerber Daisies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240891965001552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLtjeYgd0QI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9LwHEFlcTgo/s320/ballet+clips+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ballet Clippies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240891964770041234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLtjeXpRPZI/AAAAAAAAAho/ziiCnvzCJHU/s320/square+fabrics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabric Button Clips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240892596765458706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLtkDKAuARI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Rq_v8s5MPUk/s320/hollyberryfelt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holiday Felts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You can order from sally's clippies website (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sallysclippies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://sallysclippies.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) or you can email me or sam or sarah (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sarahames@msn.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sarahames@msn.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;) or just buy them from me or sam at school or whatever. Thanks so much guys! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;3peace.love.happiness&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haylee, (+ Sam and Sarah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps...If you order from the website and email sarah, just mention that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haylee and sam refered you to the company.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It gets credit for me and sam. Thanks! :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-7703035515304296796?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7703035515304296796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7703035515304296796&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7703035515304296796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7703035515304296796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/08/sallys-clippies.html' title='Sally&apos;s Clippies! :]'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLtkDafF4xI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LW0rbKK-hng/s72-c/butterfly_felt_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3114216681691451785</id><published>2008-08-25T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:20:33.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchin' Up on my Posting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Latest Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Sorry I haven't posted in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so I know that You guys were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ALL at school today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WASN'T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Instead of LOVIN' the first day&lt;/span&gt;...ya know...seein all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cutie freshmen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...meetin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...enduring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;school lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...seein' all your &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends for the first time in ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...all that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stuff?Yeah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess what I was doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? I was at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUKING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MY GUTS OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am starting to think I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CURSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was sick and MISSED the first day and &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was sick and MISSED the first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY...as you thought there would be no point to this post...Here is the good stuff about summer! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(BEWARE: THIS IS GOING TO BE A LOOOOOOOONG POST--HOPE YOU CAN STAND READING ABOUT MY BORING LIFE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;GIRLS CAMP AND OAKCREST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Way fun! I just have one thing to say--when you get the chance to go to church camps and stuff, GO! It is NOT a waste of your time! While I was there, I gained New Friends, A stronger testimony, Ways to stand myself not showerin for 3 days, you name it! Oh--haha I met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blondebeautiful.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hailey C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; for the first time :] She's real awesome (Call me Hailey! We still gotta hang out!) Can't wait to get to know her more! :] Haha. I also learned how to sleep on a tarp with like...over 100 giggling girls surrounding me. (Not fun but ha) And how to golf. That's right, Golf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;LAKE POWELL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SO fun!!!!!!!!! I went to Lake powell with my Dad, Brothers, Grama and Grampa, and my bestest friend SAM! We had the BEST TIME! Gosh we went on my Grampa's boat and stayed in a trailer (on the land...) and Tanner and Tyson and Sam kneeboarded! My grampa also got out there, but on the coolest thing called the AIR CHAIR! Its like a chair that you ski on. Its cool. But our favorite thing to do is absolutely positively the MOLICULE! Its like a really cool tube that is like..this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238536699208890802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMFX3sxebI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/i5cxuFb8sr8/s320/molli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cool right? Except ours is red and grey. But this thing is the coolest thing EVER because it doesn't flip over. we somehow kept flipping OFF, but the tube stayed right side up. hahaha. This tube seriously rubbed our skin right off...just ask me or Sam to show you our elbows and knees. (we rode on it on our stomachs) oww. and kay we got sunburned SO BAD. Like, my forehead was peeling, gross right? Yeah probably too much info there. heh. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tagged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL thanks Hailey. Now your making this post longer. Just kidding girly! And I have a really hard time making up my mind so there are lots of answers on here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Favorite Food: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMM1jPS5JI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tjNTkogcSnA/s1600-h/chicken+parmesan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238544905694012562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMM1jPS5JI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tjNTkogcSnA/s320/chicken+parmesan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Favorite Show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMM0r1-cEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/F-PYZWNZcFI/s1600-h/american+idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238544890823864386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMM0r1-cEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/F-PYZWNZcFI/s320/american+idol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Favorite Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMM1KnOGkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/URZsX0L3LCA/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238544899083475522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMM1KnOGkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/URZsX0L3LCA/s320/blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMN_0txLSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/-teom-dW3Zk/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238546181695548706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMN_0txLSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/-teom-dW3Zk/s320/green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMOARsM5gI/AAAAAAAAAgY/LOQfxy8mFQ4/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238546189473605122" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMOARsM5gI/AAAAAAAAAgY/LOQfxy8mFQ4/s320/pink.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Name Of Pet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMOAFphQ3I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/i-Osg59vfWU/s1600-h/name+of+my+pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238546186241131378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMOAFphQ3I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/i-Osg59vfWU/s320/name+of+my+pet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Place I'd Like To Visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMOAAS9kKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qyARDr4ABzM/s1600-h/hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238546184804339874" style="CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMOAAS9kKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qyARDr4ABzM/s320/hawaii.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Favorite Place To Be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMPyK6pFpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/CFw7RgEGWng/s1600-h/lake+powell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548146160211602" style="CURSOR: hand" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMPyK6pFpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/CFw7RgEGWng/s320/lake+powell.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you can't tell...thats lake powell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Favorite Holiday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMPy662Y2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/yzG6imCm0SE/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548159045985122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMPy662Y2I/AAAAAAAAAgw/yzG6imCm0SE/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMPyWGVhpI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZgkKvrtfdtY/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548149162051218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMPyWGVhpI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZgkKvrtfdtY/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMPzBRXFSI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0YISgMGGljs/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548160751015202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMPzBRXFSI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0YISgMGGljs/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Age I'll Be Next Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMSUucI00I/AAAAAAAAAhI/0KyOJ0-JIDI/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238550938834752322" style="CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMSUucI00I/AAAAAAAAAhI/0KyOJ0-JIDI/s320/14.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Middle Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMSU4VYf1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eyldtcwGROo/s1600-h/my+middle+name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238550941490773842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMSU4VYf1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eyldtcwGROo/s320/my+middle+name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag:  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cassidy :P&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Clair :]&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sadie [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there is my life as of right now.  Hope you enjoyed reading this very long post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Much &lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*haylee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3114216681691451785?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3114216681691451785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3114216681691451785&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3114216681691451785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3114216681691451785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/08/catchin-up-on-my-posting.html' title='Catchin&apos; Up on my Posting...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SLMFX3sxebI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/i5cxuFb8sr8/s72-c/molli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-4338576705889503124</id><published>2008-08-07T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:40:54.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it doing?</title><content type='html'>I was thinking and I read a post on another blog that made me decide to post about this serious problem in our world. No, its not about "green is the new black" or "clean up the earth" or anything like that. No, its about some things you see every day that are seriously having a great effect on human beings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first "rant" is about Coke, Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, all that great stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe not as great as you thought. I read about a girl (I don't know this girl) who was watching her dad clean the engine of her car or something, and he went and got a coke and DUMPED, that's right, DUMPED the coke on the engine. Right away, it started eating away at the rusty old engine. She was in shock. She ran and told her mom what happened and her mom commented on how they sometimes use coke products to clean blood off the roads after accidents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another thing I felt the need to mention, I heard about a Science Fair project on caffine and what it does to your teeth. So, this person took some teeth and put one in each cup. After that, this person poured Dr. Pepper in a cup,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231845368456040978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SJs_pKKYUhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6n_s5nlTxHc/s320/dr.+pepper.jpg" border="0" /&gt; coke in a cup, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231845365382171682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SJs_o-tgzCI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gZv6HR2ygwk/s320/coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;orange juice in a cup, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231845368618625602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SJs_pKxJKkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/4CUjQUqKlnA/s320/orange+juice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and water in a cup, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231845365917393794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SJs_pAtHo4I/AAAAAAAAAds/StFywkT7T0Q/s320/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;each seperately. Then this person left the cups and teeth alone for about 1-2 weeks. Then at the end of the time period, they took the teeth and saw a clear change in the teeth. The two teeth that were in the dr. pepper and coke almost had nothing left to them. (Talk about tooth decay!) and the one in the O.J. was a little discolored but had no decay to it. The one in the water was just as they had put it in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time you are going to open a can of that 'wonderful' stuff, think about these stories and think about what its doing to you. If it can eat away at car engines, teeth, and roads, just imagine what it can do to your insides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this have any effect on you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next rant I'm going to post about is smoking.  Every time I go to a gas station, I see all the cigarettes for sale and I think, "Why? Why do people buy this crap!?" and I makes me wonder if these people even know what its doing to them.  I just want to point out to you that it is DESTROYING your body.  Sure, at school you hear "don't smoke" and you see those commercials about the vultures that sell "smokes" to people and then they eat them and a sign comes on that says "smoking. its a dangerous road." and you think nothing of it.  But really, smoking gives you lung cancer, emphasema (or how you spell it) you name it.  Why do they do it? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.   so think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*haylee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-4338576705889503124?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/4338576705889503124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=4338576705889503124&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4338576705889503124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4338576705889503124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-it-doing.html' title='What is it doing?'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SJs_pKKYUhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6n_s5nlTxHc/s72-c/dr.+pepper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2724987307807894147</id><published>2008-07-30T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:47:43.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Countdown...</title><content type='html'>Hate to break it to ya but there are only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;days of summer until we have to go back to school.  Party it up while you still can people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**student on vacation for 25 more days**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-2724987307807894147?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2724987307807894147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2724987307807894147&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2724987307807894147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2724987307807894147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreaded-countdown.html' title='The Dreaded Countdown...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2355488024468794062</id><published>2008-07-29T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:34:13.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple things on my mind...</title><content type='html'>So...decided to post today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is so long but I need to get it out of my system and its worth reading :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maybe not this portion but the next)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Places I want to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lake powell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;london&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a cruise in the carribean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Places I'm actually going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hobble Creek Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lake powell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;as you can see, the only place i'm actually going to end up going is GORGEOUS LAKE POWELL! I'm so excited! but on thursday-saturday i'm going to hobble creek canyon for girls camp. seriously! i just got back from girls camp! gosh! yeah well i think my house is the most boring thing there is on this planet. oh well, i think i'm gonna live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;IS THE &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NEW &lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this, "green is the new black/pink/blue" thing, is kinda starting to bug me. almost every single girl i see walk by me somewhere (i.e. the mall, movies, walkin down the street with their friends) is wearing a shirt that says "love our planet" or "go green" or "trees are for hugging" and this severely bugs me. YES i do love our planet and trees ARE for hugging (bwahahahahahahahah no i'm not a scary tree hugger) but when i see "preppy" girls walking around in that it makes me think that they are just wearing it because its "in" at the moment. i bet they don't even care about the planet, but the fact that its a cute shirt. i guess what i'm tryin to say...i don't know. but am i the only one that it bugs? please give your opinion on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;also...see &lt;a href="http://mywrittensongs.blogspot.com/"&gt;**random potential**&lt;/a&gt; blog for my newest song :] comment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SI-w92p8daI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZDN20o9aUGQ/s1600-h/leashandcomment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228592269090387362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SI-w92p8daI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZDN20o9aUGQ/s320/leashandcomment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**haylee**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-2355488024468794062?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2355488024468794062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2355488024468794062&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2355488024468794062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2355488024468794062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-to-go-where-to-go.html' title='Couple things on my mind...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SI-w92p8daI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZDN20o9aUGQ/s72-c/leashandcomment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3389172027258748617</id><published>2008-07-22T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:36:46.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oakcrest!!!</title><content type='html'>I learned a couple things during the past week up at Oakcrest Girls Camp (LDS girls camp for 7th-8th graders).  I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to bring &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LOTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of food with you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making friends &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;isn't hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bugspray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a blessing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;good food&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;bug-free&lt;/span&gt; homes, and yummy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt; is more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than just asking for help&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;latrines are &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"well water" tastes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my family (more than i thought!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bad habits are really hard to break&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being in a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cuss/crude word-free environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has taught me to break my bad habit of saying "freakin" and "crap" and "stupid" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I loved oakcrest!  It was so fun and I can't wait to go next year!  And it was fun meeting &lt;a href="http://blondebeautiful.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hailey&lt;/a&gt; C.  She's cool!  well yeah!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Comment Comment Comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;3haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3389172027258748617?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3389172027258748617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3389172027258748617&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3389172027258748617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3389172027258748617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/07/oakcrest.html' title='Oakcrest!!!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2830498285997323270</id><published>2008-07-12T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:08:05.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things...</title><content type='html'>Well...based off of Miley Cyrus's new song...&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2409710952711461792&amp;amp;q=7+things&amp;amp;ei=z3t5SPXxOZHUqwO-geWXCw"&gt;7 things&lt;/a&gt;...here are 7 things that I hate about Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;She changed her name.  And now I've heard that she's changing it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;In this song...she is trying to mix country and punk rock...and those 2 styles don't mix well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;She gets all dolled up like shes 20!  While I was watching the CMA she sang with her dad.  She looked like a peacock with alot of showing.  They make her look so old but she really isn't that much older than me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;When she sings, her voice sounds the same as when she is talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;She sings to low for a girl.  Well, at least in my opinion--and you can't argue with my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Her Vanity Fair pictures--which were awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;She took those pictures.  Gosh people!  She's only 15-16!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, these are the 7 things I hate about her.  Hope you found any point to this post.&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;&lt;3&lt;3haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-2830498285997323270?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2830498285997323270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2830498285997323270&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2830498285997323270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2830498285997323270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-things.html' title='7 Things...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3436726107101375497</id><published>2008-07-11T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:17:49.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Use for an Empty Plastic Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SHeHJmieAaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BZnAxnsY2RU/s1600-h/plasticitiots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221790891993072034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SHeHJmieAaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BZnAxnsY2RU/s320/plasticitiots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever gotten like really way annoyed by plastic bags? I have. They just sit around and get no other use. They bug me! So I came up with a new use for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I'm into like cleaning up the Earth right now? Well. If I keep an empty Wal-Mart bag or something in the car, I can pick up trash wherever I go and have somewhere to put it when its full! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should start this too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;3saving&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3436726107101375497?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3436726107101375497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3436726107101375497&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3436726107101375497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3436726107101375497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-use-for-empty-plastic-bag.html' title='Good Use for an Empty Plastic Bag'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SHeHJmieAaI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BZnAxnsY2RU/s72-c/plasticitiots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1482080243326055701</id><published>2008-07-10T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:19:17.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>Lately, my emotions have been all mixed up.  Partly because of the guy problem.  Partly because I haven't been able to hang out with my friends.  Partly because of fights.  But mostly because of my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked for my help to solve a problem with one of his friends, so I tried as best I could and sent this person an email (pretending to be him) saying that he was sorry and that he'd been acting like a jerk and that he would turn over a new leaf and be a better person.  Then I told him that he had to do what the email said or else it wouldn't be what he said he would be.  So he said he would.  And then I sent him an email giving him advice if he ever got mad and pretty much told him how much I care about him and that he can come to me if he needs to.&lt;br /&gt;Then he was emailing two people and started acting kind of arrogant and jerk-ish.  So I told him that that wasn't nice and he needed to change that.  (He asked me to be his "problem-helper") But then he got all angry with me and called me a (direct quote) "big really really really literally really fat brat." &lt;br /&gt;So I sent him another email saying that I had really seriously told him that I really cared about him and all he had done is call me a big fat brat and that I didn't really appreciate that.  Then I said that I hope all I said to him had knocked some sense into his "thick head" (didn't really mean it) but then he totally took it like i was dissing him and started yelling at me.  And I mean...YELLING.  So then I got all angry because my efforts had been in vain and that my brother is a mean boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...he makes me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have anything to say that would lift my spirits, that would be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-1482080243326055701?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1482080243326055701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1482080243326055701&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1482080243326055701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1482080243326055701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/07/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1226168160171392562</id><published>2008-07-08T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:50:36.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SHOMgcF6pWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tScJJ-cgc1o/s1600-h/broken+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220670881977247074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SHOMgcF6pWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tScJJ-cgc1o/s320/broken+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;umm....so....well....i think that *reginald is going to 'break up' with me really soon. he IS going to high school...but i really really really really like him....so i'm kinda sad......uh....yea....if he's readin this...just know....i still like you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3/.broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this pic is a broken heart...not a BFF necklace...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-1226168160171392562?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1226168160171392562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1226168160171392562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1226168160171392562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1226168160171392562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/07/umm.html' title='umm...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SHOMgcF6pWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tScJJ-cgc1o/s72-c/broken+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5546341608289347922</id><published>2008-07-02T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:46:01.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. W . A . L . L . E . </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SGu-T7rkhQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/H4RTZD4e9xI/s1600-h/Wall-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218473842886083842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SGu-T7rkhQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/H4RTZD4e9xI/s320/Wall-E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, I saw this movie yesterday! It is the cutest/funniest/greatest disney/pixar movie I think I've ever seen! Well, I like all movies like that but I really REALLY like this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has a very good message! During the movie, the Captain was talking to the little plant that EVE had (given by Wall-E) and then one of the leaves came off. It was meaningful to me because right there, in my popcorn covered seat, I realized that the earth is becoming (slowly but surely) like the Earth in the movie. Then, the captain said something to the saying, "don't worry little plant! all you need is someone to take care of..." and then he paused and continued, looking at the pictures that EVE had taken of the earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"all earth needs is someone to take care of it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The earth is becoming polluted with smog, garbage, smoke, fire, and lots of other things. But when the captain said that line, it hit me. All the earth needs to be the sanctuary that it is capable of being, is everyone to take care of it. So, next time you see garbage on the ground, just pick it up and put it in the garbage can. Next time you see some people doing damage to something, tell them to stop. Together, We CAN make a difference in this world! So lets get off our lazy butts and make a difference! Instead of sitting and watching some person on the t.v, go outside and jump on the tramp! Instead of moping around saying "i wanna go swimming!" call up some friends, make a plan, and go swimming! WE ARE THE FUTURE AND WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;3/someone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5546341608289347922?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5546341608289347922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5546341608289347922&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5546341608289347922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5546341608289347922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/07/w-l-l-e.html' title='. W . A . L . L . E . '/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SGu-T7rkhQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/H4RTZD4e9xI/s72-c/Wall-E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-705299657743526602</id><published>2008-06-29T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:27:02.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!</title><content type='html'>OK...Me and Lauren are looking for bass guitarists and drummers.  Maybe a keyboarder if her sister won't do it.  So if you guys know any that aren't already in a band and would want to be to e-mail us so I can see if their what were lookin for.  then we'll have them audition.  Sooo...THANKS!  If you have any comments then please tell me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...and Check out &lt;a href="http://st62fansite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Street. 62&lt;/a&gt;'s blog--they have their first gig!  Isn't that way cool!?!?  I think it rocks!!!  They probably have some pretty awesome music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please and thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Comment, Comment, Comment!&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/6085118481403886611-705299657743526602?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/705299657743526602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=705299657743526602&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/705299657743526602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/705299657743526602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/help.html' title='Help!!!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-4194005662502086046</id><published>2008-06-26T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:24:42.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click...</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://mywrittensongs.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see me and lauren's latest adventure...&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/6085118481403886611-4194005662502086046?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/4194005662502086046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=4194005662502086046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4194005662502086046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4194005662502086046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/click.html' title='Click...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-9221618047979110583</id><published>2008-06-23T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:05:34.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well.....I'm thinking in pink right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215201215065406290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SGAd37Aou1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/3zgfKEu1Zuc/s320/pink+snowglobe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215201220071120690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SGAd4NqF3zI/AAAAAAAAAYg/yBvUNJb17k8/s320/pink+ipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215200582823237906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SGAdTHuW2RI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HGwmKnaYKTg/s320/pink+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215200586466274594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SGAdTVS7LSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UL1oZzxEueY/s320/pink+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215200572199364482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SGAdSgJbZ4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/El_RmgtHmjU/s320/pink+flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE FOUND OUT WHAT THE TRIPLETS ARE!!!! MY MOM IS GOING TO HAVE THREE LITTLE GIRLYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M FINALLY GETTING MY SISTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm finally getting what I want! I've wanted a sister ever since Tyson was born, and now my wish is being fufilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TILL OCTOBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-9221618047979110583?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/9221618047979110583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=9221618047979110583&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/9221618047979110583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/9221618047979110583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-news-about-triplets.html' title='Thinking Pink'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SGAd37Aou1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/3zgfKEu1Zuc/s72-c/pink+snowglobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7698732711192779674</id><published>2008-06-21T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:06:45.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUR!!!</title><content type='html'>SOOO...As most of you already know, I have been in CALIFORNIA the past week, and I just barely got home last night at like 11! Here's how it went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;We left Monday morning at 6:15 AM to go to the airport. Our flight left at 8:40 AM and was quite peaceful!  We arrived at Long Beach Airport at 9:40 AM and chilled there for an hour or so.  Then we went to the Santa Monica mall/pier and performed.  After that, we just hung out at the beach until like 5, then headed back to the hotel and chilled, swam, and talked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went to Universal Studios!  My favorite rides were the Mummy, Jurassic Park, The Simpsons ride, and the Studio Tour (it was funner than I thought it would be!).  The shows I liked were the Waterworld show and the Fear Factor Live show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Six Flags Baby!  It was over 100` like all day and one of the water rides was shut down!  But we lived.  I'm here typing this aren't I?  Well yea we performed on the HOTTEST stage I think I've ever danced on.  But I had a BLAST!  After, we went to In &amp;amp; Out Burgers and I got a really yummy chocolate shake.  Then we went and chilled at the hotel again.  I went swimming that day, and got pushed in by Tyler.  Haha, thanks Tyler!  Just kidding.  But today there was alot of drama in my group, and I mean ALOT.  It's called "third day drama" and it hit all of us.  dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;On this day, the Young Americans (4-6th grade group) went home and we performed at an old folks home and then went to eat at Subway and then we went swimming again.  Again, there was alot of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;The last full day--Knottsberry Farm!  Again, it was over 100` all day but we dealed with it by keepin' cool on the rides!  My favorites were X-celleration, Montezuma's Revenge, Jaguar, and the Silver Bullet.  They were so much fun!  The performance today was probably the best I think we've ever done!  Our teacher was talking to us before we went on and he was saying, "You guys, I've seen the awesome stuff you can do and I haven't really been feeling it this week.  I know you can do better!" so that made us work as hard as we could for him!  Other than that, MORE DRAMA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;The Last day to an AWESOME tour!  Today we had NO performance and we checked out of our hotel and then headed over to Santee Alley for SHOPPING!!!  I think I got the best deals I've ever gotten shopping.  And when we went back to the bus to go to the airport, I still had $21 left and more energy, I could have kept going!  Yea it was hot, but getting new stuff was totally worth walking around outside for 4 hours! &lt;br /&gt;Funny story...you know that kid Reginald* I like?  Well.  He spent the week in Washington with his family and I texted him a few times off my friend's phone.  When we got to the airport in CA, I was sitting kinda by the bathrooms and I heard someone say "Haylee!...Hey!" and I looked up and HE WAS RIGHT THERE!  So I sat there staring at him for a few seconds and then I finally said "Hi!".  Then he walked into the bathroom and like all my friends came up to me and were all "Hey who was that!?!?"  and "Haylee, Hes hott!" and all that and I was just like "That's *Reginald!  He is hott isn't he?"  Haha it was really funny!  And he was even on my flight!  Yea it was really ironic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I've been up to the past week and I'm going to miss all the people in X-Plosion, Elite, Attitude, and Young Americans!  Heck, I'm going to miss EVERYONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/roller-coastered out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-7698732711192779674?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7698732711192779674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7698732711192779674&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7698732711192779674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7698732711192779674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/tour.html' title='TOUR!!!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1917923022845457067</id><published>2008-06-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:25:58.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;DaD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his eyes always sparkle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his hands are so tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his hair is blonde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his heart is soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he goes to work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he brings home bacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and deals with us kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the house is a'shakin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he helps me in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with stuff i don't get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i have a temper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he gets it to set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive called him everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from daddo to father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he helps me pursue my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of becoming a singer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he rocks my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is so RAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just gotta say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU DAD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad, I love you sooooooo much and I wanna thank ya for all the time you've been spending with me lately: Coldstone...yum...Wal Mart...Bank...Campout...Guitar...yea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I really love havin' this big guy around and I love him to death and beyond! Happy Father's Day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;3/bear&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-1917923022845457067?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1917923022845457067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1917923022845457067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1917923022845457067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1917923022845457067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3049836274626347820</id><published>2008-06-10T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:54:53.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming, Swimming and More Swimming</title><content type='html'>Well Swimming has started and I'm loving every min. of it!  Yesterday was the start of morning practice and I got up at 5:45am and went to the Treehouse with my mom so she could coach her triathalon class.  Then at 7 my workout started!  I was crankin it!  Heh, but I'm so glad I have swimming to last me through the summer because it is one of my absoulute favorite things to do!  Last night was our first meet with PepperWood and we probably lost but I swam&lt;br /&gt;200 yd Medley Relay (me as Butterfly) #7&lt;br /&gt;100 yd IM #39&lt;br /&gt;50 Back #51&lt;br /&gt;50 Fly #61&lt;br /&gt;I think I've never been more challenged.  IM, Back and Fly were all like 10 events apart and it was hard to catch my breath before the next event.  But, in all my racing, I dropped 3 sec. off my IM time, 3 off my Back time, but gained 1 on my fly.  I think this was a good first meet.&lt;br /&gt;Just Keep Swimming!&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/6085118481403886611-3049836274626347820?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3049836274626347820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3049836274626347820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3049836274626347820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3049836274626347820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/swimming-swimming-and-more-swimming.html' title='Swimming, Swimming and More Swimming'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1849386730037220551</id><published>2008-06-07T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:23:12.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My songs</title><content type='html'>Hey guys I put up a blog with some of the songs I wrote and I want to know what you guys think about it!  here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mywrittensongs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mywrittensongs.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT!!!  I NEED FEEDBACK!!!&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/6085118481403886611-1849386730037220551?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1849386730037220551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1849386730037220551&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1849386730037220551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1849386730037220551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-songs.html' title='My songs'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-123552603187985010</id><published>2008-06-07T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:43:07.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far...</title><content type='html'>Well as of right now...it's a really sucky day.&lt;br /&gt;First, I had to mow the WHOLE lawn. Believe me, it's big.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I come in to talk to my hottness, but my dad tells me I have to drag the mower back into the shed. I tried, believe me. But I couldn't get it in, so i went to get the bags full of grass.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was talking to my lover, but it's been costing him to text me (because I don't have a phone, he's been texting my email=internet=$$) so I can't talk to him for a while unless I text him. So then I asked my dad/mom if I could get a phone sometime this summer and they told me I need a DECENT reason. As If! Isn't the need to talk to important people a decent reason? I also threw in that I'm going alot of places this summer and might need a phone. Then they said that I will have access to them if I absolutely need it, because EVERYONE HAS A PHONE NOWADAYS. Except me that is.&lt;br /&gt;Well after this argument, I'm in the midst of a couple big fights.&lt;br /&gt;One, my best friend is mad at me because she thinks I did something bad, but I didn't because it is SICK and WRONG! And she thinks that I'm like best friends with this other girl that she doesn't like, I mean, &lt;em&gt;hates&lt;/em&gt; because during the year, this other girl has done some ruthless things to us. But, the girl was being nice to me yesterday so I didn't want to ruin it and scoff at her, so I was nice back. But she 'latched' onto me again-she does this every time! And I don't really want to be her best friend because she will burn both of us (me and my best friend) again. So I dont' know what to do about this!&lt;br /&gt;Second, my best friend and my other friend are fighting because of a reason I really don't know. I mean, COME ON GIRLS! It's summer! No more school! You guys are really driving me up the wall! Let it go! Whatever you guys did to make eachother mad, just forget about it and don't do it again! CHILL!&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of girl fights. They are mean, ruthless, lying, stupid fights. If you really think back on why you are so mad, it probably isn't a really good reason! And Sam, it's becoming hard to be your best friend because of these reasons! I still LOVE you to DEATH! But I really just want all the immature, stupid fighting to stop! We're moving up a grade, and that means a CLEAN SLATE! PLEASE!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Yea. This is not a good day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-123552603187985010?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/123552603187985010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=123552603187985010&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/123552603187985010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/123552603187985010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-far.html' title='So Far...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7654693480236031253</id><published>2008-06-06T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:44:34.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY CODFISH!</title><content type='html'>OK I'M really having a moment. LIKE I was bawling when our principal was like "SCHOOLS OUT!" and I stayed like an hour after school ended because I was crying and giving people hugs and then guess what. HE HUGGED ME four times! I was really happy but then sad because --sniff-- He can't hug me anymore!!! ]': I was crying and you don't want to see me cry because I have a REALLY ugly crying face. yea well i LOVE YOU ALL AND I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BESTEST SUMMER EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/emotional baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-7654693480236031253?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7654693480236031253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7654693480236031253&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7654693480236031253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7654693480236031253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-codfish.html' title='OH MY CODFISH!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1496348014306079010</id><published>2008-06-05T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:14:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniffle, sniffle *tear*</title><content type='html'>Ok today was field day and tomorrow is the real true last day of school!  Today when we were saying good byes (sam's last day was today--she's going to St. George) i was about to CRY!  Like, I really had to swallow that huge lump in my throat, the kind you get when you're called a brat by your best friend.  And I almost had tears in my eyes.  Tomorrow is going to be so hard!  and I hope reginald* gives me a hug tomorrow.  Or talkes to me.  Either one will work.  But Oh My Codfish I'm going to break out in tears tomorrow!  Like because most of my friends are older (ninth) and their all going to high school.  I'm really going to have a moment tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/emotional freak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-1496348014306079010?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1496348014306079010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1496348014306079010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1496348014306079010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1496348014306079010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/sniffle-sniffle-tear.html' title='Sniffle, sniffle *tear*'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5183265531794540338</id><published>2008-06-03T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:50:08.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw Crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, I know it may SEEM that I'm just copying everyone and writing about the end of school but...well I just have to say this!  I'm kinda sad that school is ending!  I, unlike most of everyone who actually goes to a NORMAL school, get out on Friday. Lame Huh? Well yea, I mean, sure I HATE the work portion, but pretty much my entire life is school!  I mean, I spend almost my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whole life there!  Heh, but it's true!  And I'm really going to miss all of my friends over the summer and especially my 9th grade friends that are movin' on up to HIGH SCHOOL!  I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happy for them, High School is ALOT better than Jr. High, but I'm REALLY going to miss seeing them in the halls and orchestra and lunch and assemblys all the time!  I'm also going to miss my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;friends that aren't going back to APA next year.  As far as I know, none of my seriously close friends aren't leaving--at least no one has told me if they are--but IF they do leave, I will miss them!  &lt;em&gt;AAAAAAND  '&lt;/em&gt;Reginald' isn't going to my High School and I won't see him anymore!  That is probably one of the biggest reasons that I'm sad this year is coming to an end.  I LOVE ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OF YOU AND I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GOOD SUMMER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;3/haylee!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OH AND You NEED to call me this summer--I'm going to be on trips for some times but other wise...CALL ME AND WE NEED TO HANG OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5183265531794540338?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5183265531794540338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5183265531794540338&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5183265531794540338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5183265531794540338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/06/aw-crap.html' title='Aw Crap.'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7505688139282459667</id><published>2008-05-31T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:24:30.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another try at it...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking AGAIN (i've heard that's not very good for me--Kidding!) but I really think it would be a good idea to start an advice column!  please give your thoughts on this!  Thank you SO MUCH!&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/6085118481403886611-7505688139282459667?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7505688139282459667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7505688139282459667&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7505688139282459667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7505688139282459667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-try-at-it.html' title='Another try at it...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5018268700250017675</id><published>2008-05-28T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:27:31.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th grade math problem</title><content type='html'>Kay i know this goes against my last post (see below) but i want to see if you guys can solve this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a &lt;strong&gt;5th grade&lt;/strong&gt; math problem. If you can open the spreadsheet, you'll see the list of people who have gotten the correct number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not a trick question. This is a real math problem so don't say that a bus has no legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;7 girls&lt;/strong&gt; in a bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each girl has &lt;strong&gt;7 backpacks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In each &lt;strong&gt;backpack,&lt;/strong&gt; there are &lt;strong&gt;7 big cats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For every &lt;strong&gt;big cat&lt;/strong&gt; there are&lt;strong&gt; 7 little cats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Question: How many legs are there in the bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The _number of legs_ is the _password_ to unlock the Excel sheet. If you open it, add your name (re-save it) copy/paste it into an email, and send it on to see who else can unlock it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-mail me for the page that has the Excel sheet: pop._princess{at}hotmail{dot}com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CAN YOU PEOPLE GET THE CORRECT ANSWER!?!?!?!?!? IF SO, TELL ME I DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;3/stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5018268700250017675?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5018268700250017675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5018268700250017675&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5018268700250017675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5018268700250017675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/5th-grade-math-problem.html' title='5th grade math problem'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3837604512729416413</id><published>2008-05-28T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:17:22.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everyone--i've been thinking lately and well...OUR WORLD/NATION IS GOING DOWN THE TUBES! i've been thinking ALOT about this and here is my reasoning:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the #1 cause of death in the US (right now) is LUNG CANCER. caused from SMOKING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the #2 cause of death in the US right now is HEART DISEASE. caused from OBESITY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cause of obesity is MACDONALDS and ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFETS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people nowadays actually ALLOW drugs/smoking when it kills you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oil companies are causing POLLUTION in our nation and it is burning a hole in the ozone layer and that's causing SKIN CANCER and GREENHOUSE GASSES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our government is falling apart in this election,  with HC we will die and with BO we will die...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salt lake is becoming one of the nastiest places alive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in mexico, you are allowed to drink if you are 13!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are now shows called "are you smarter than a fifth grader" and "moment of truth" where they figure out how stupid and lying people in american are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teenagers SLUFF school to go do GRAFITTI and DRUGS and SMOKE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are my reasons why the world is falling apart,  and yes ive done my reasearch.  Also...we should all look into MAGNETIC energy for the solution for the war in Iraq...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3/one&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3837604512729416413?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3837604512729416413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3837604512729416413&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3837604512729416413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3837604512729416413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-world.html' title='Our World...'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-4758273608497899725</id><published>2008-05-23T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:39:02.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Leadership Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ON MAY 17, about a week ago...lol...WAS THE SOCIAL LEADERSHIP BALL!!! It was a BLAST! I wasn't too happy about going but when I actually got there, I WAS PARTYING IT UP! [= even if my love wasn't there...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well we did have some food first...it wasn't too great...actually kinda gross...yea well there was this weird squash soup that tasted like a ground up gingerbread house. nasty! yea then there was some lemon sorbet that was pretty good! it was like that stuff at Tuachan Theatre in St. George. it was really good! then we had some pork ( i think it was pork) and potatoes and green beans. ew green beans make me gag. anyway...then we had dessert that was...could it be?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was DA BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yea well then we did some dance things. at APA, they teach yoou like real dances like the waltz, foxtrot, chacha, salsa(a little bit), box step and stuff. yea well they had us do some competitions and I danced with the SBP, Joe (haha!) and we got to the top 12!!! We were throwin all this CRAZY stuff and doin all these cool turns and stuff. but we didn't win. ]= lots of people came up to me after and said me and joe should have won. it was pretty fun anyway! then i danceed with this kid named Sam and we totally dominated the floor! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well yea it was waaaaaaaaaay fun!  can't wait till next year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3/haylee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-4758273608497899725?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/4758273608497899725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=4758273608497899725&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4758273608497899725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4758273608497899725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/social-leadership-ball.html' title='Social Leadership Ball'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-9172328316614118352</id><published>2008-05-21T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:07:04.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>Sam,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry I got so mad at you hanging out with gavin today.  I just thought that you were my friend and that you believed me when I said he was a jerk.  I guess you don't and you've made that clear.  Thanks.  I guess you never want to see me again because I'm such a brat and so controlling.  Yea.  I really thought you hated him and all that.  Yea.&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/6085118481403886611-9172328316614118352?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/9172328316614118352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=9172328316614118352&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/9172328316614118352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/9172328316614118352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-517823309081089690</id><published>2008-05-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:18:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>name change</title><content type='html'>yea so 'bob' emailed me and said that i should change his name.  so now it will be reginald.  lol--that's the name he said i should name him.  so yea lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X x X 'reginald!' lol that sounds so weird!&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/6085118481403886611-517823309081089690?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/517823309081089690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=517823309081089690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/517823309081089690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/517823309081089690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/name-change.html' title='name change'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-53476790852709974</id><published>2008-05-16T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:48:17.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So--yea well me and "BOB" are going out now! Turns out...he totally likes me too! ahhhh! but school's almost over and hes going to high school ]=. then I can't see him everyday. aww man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well yea umm that girl still hates me and im not too fond of her right now. nuff said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;umm....oh! Im getting braces on monday! ugh! I'm so not excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last but not least, yea actually least, the seventh and eighth grade "ball" is tomorrow night and im not really looking forward to it. partly because my love won't be there and partly because we have to try everything there. yea. i think i have a curse! every time we have social leadership--that's what its called at my stupid school--im NEVER hungry! like not the least bit! and even if i hadn't eaten like all day! its so weird! and i feel REEEEEEALLY sick if i eat when im not hungry! and i don't really want to barf all over my gorgeous dress! ugh! well yea here's a pic of it: cute huh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201125555054132962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SC4cIrU1PuI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CZoxGrbZI5w/s320/haylee+dresses+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh!  my bob news corner!  lol it was hilarious!  and cute!  and funny!  well me and rach were walking over to talk to him and he was like fake fighting with this other kid and so we walked up behind him and waited for him to notice we were there.  rach kicked his backpack and then he turned around because he didn't know who it was(don't get me wrong--it was funny to watch)  and then HAHA he was like "hu, OH" and he was like laughing and then his expression totally changed and he went over to lean on the fence and acted totally cool.  it was HILARIOUS!  me and rach couldn't stop laughing!  hes so cute!  and we've been emailing for a while now and im totally twitterpated.  [= [= [= X bob!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea well theres my news moment of the day.  enjoy--if you dare!  juuuust kidding!  [=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3/haylee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-53476790852709974?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/53476790852709974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=53476790852709974&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/53476790852709974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/53476790852709974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/news-update.html' title='News Update'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SC4cIrU1PuI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CZoxGrbZI5w/s72-c/haylee+dresses+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2348357151322619394</id><published>2008-05-15T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:07:56.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sar!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Sarah (my favoritist aunt in the world)'s birthday was yesterday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAR!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU TUNZULLEZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is the coolest aunt you could ask for! She has 3 little kids and she just turned 25...i think. haha but yea sar i love you to death! I also want you to know that...well...IM TOTALLY ALL FOR A BABYSITTING JOB! Haha! well yea i love you Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh--she also calls me 'haylee tate bear buddy lynn ann' and always have. she called me that when i was like 3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...all that junk. yea well HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200745149800726226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCzCKLU1PtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1LqWWysJXQ0/s320/sarandtwins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/haylee tate bear buddy lynn ann&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/6085118481403886611-2348357151322619394?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2348357151322619394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2348357151322619394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2348357151322619394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2348357151322619394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-sar.html' title='Happy Birthday Sar!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCzCKLU1PtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1LqWWysJXQ0/s72-c/sarandtwins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6653275696323989492</id><published>2008-05-11T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:55:16.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Hey all! It's mommy's day! Just wanted to say a couple of things about my mom since she is actually really sick (pregnant) and in the hospital getting IV's and medicine in those little tube thingys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mom is really VERY strong! like emotionally, spiritually, and phsyically! My mom has a very strong testimony in the Gosple. A couple years ago--i think--my dad was in the bishopric and every morning my mom had to get all of us kids ready for church all by herself! She managed...somehow! I don't know if i could do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom is really funny! She tells hilarious jokes and does the funniest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom LOOOOOOVES me! She really truly cares about what I do and what happens to us kids. Sometimes she does things or doesn't let me do things and i don't get why in the moment--but later, i understand why she does it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mom is really supportive! She loves watching me sing and dance, watch my brothers play soccer, flag football and loves to see us progress in our education. She always helps me with my homework when I have NO CLUE what im doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My mom is an AWESOME PAWSOME swimmer! I love to swim and so does she! That's one of the many things i have in common with my mommy. She is also my swimming coach and she pushes me to the point where i don't think i can do it but she tells me i can and i can! I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mom is AMAZINGLY good lookin! all my friends always say "oh my gosh haylee! your mom is so skinny and pretty!" and it makes me feel good to know my mom is amazingly pretty! even tho I already knew that! I love havin' a glamorous mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She's got great taste in everything! She knows what clothes are in and what movies are good and all that jazz! SWEETICLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom--I know your having a tough night mom, but i just want you to know i REALLY LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my mom is the girl--no duh. thats my daddy standing next to her. nice shades mom!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201127818501897970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SC4eMbU1PvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SVxG4SiXzYQ/s320/Cancun+Nov+2007+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/haylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6653275696323989492?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6653275696323989492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6653275696323989492&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6653275696323989492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6653275696323989492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SC4eMbU1PvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SVxG4SiXzYQ/s72-c/Cancun+Nov+2007+220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2222195228087842204</id><published>2008-05-09T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:11:45.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO URL</title><content type='html'>IM NOT CHANGING THE URL THANK YOU COME AGAIN OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/koalatate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-2222195228087842204?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2222195228087842204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2222195228087842204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2222195228087842204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2222195228087842204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-url.html' title='NO URL'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-7996653480953723836</id><published>2008-05-09T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:09:31.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China Teahouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone up for a hike for an afternoon tea?? Try a mountain trail stroll in China .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st - Let's take the tram up to the start of the trail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198517412156369538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTYCx5DaoI/AAAAAAAAATo/LahlYPR5nw0/s320/uno.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now follow the path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198517420746304146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTYDR5DapI/AAAAAAAAATw/dm7F4EMJQW0/s320/dos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be sure to hold on to the railing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198517425041271458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTYDh5DaqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DZmAEdH6c7k/s320/tres.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep an eye on the person in front of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198517429336238770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTYDx5DarI/AAAAAAAAAUA/FJAZVhL1oTk/s320/quatros.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be very careful when passing someone going in the opposite direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198517450811075266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTYFB5DasI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0t4t_kEVOtw/s320/cinco.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now just up a few steps. (They are on the left in the picture) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198518481603226322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTZBB5DatI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZoqIqYzcDHU/s320/ses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gets a little steeper here - so put your toes in the holes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198518485898193634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTZBR5DauI/AAAAAAAAAUY/WrEx5wy6MB8/s320/seata.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few more steps to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198518490193160946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTZBh5DavI/AAAAAAAAAUg/_m6zm3YPAas/s320/ocho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally in sight, the Teahouse! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198518494488128258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTZBx5DawI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Z9Ty0xC27Co/s320/nueva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view's great, BUT - Would you dare try it?? How'd they get that building material up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;WOW!  I DON'T THINK I COULD DO THIS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;3/haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-7996653480953723836?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/7996653480953723836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=7996653480953723836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7996653480953723836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/7996653480953723836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/china-teahouse.html' title='China Teahouse'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SCTYCx5DaoI/AAAAAAAAATo/LahlYPR5nw0/s72-c/uno.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1532251615248153569</id><published>2008-05-08T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:11:23.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>URL address</title><content type='html'>Guys--I think I'm going to change the URL thingy because koalatate is just lame. so yea im going to change it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hayleeanndabomb.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hayleeanndabomb.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/da bomb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-1532251615248153569?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1532251615248153569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1532251615248153569&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1532251615248153569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1532251615248153569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/url-address.html' title='URL address'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-8338222924919104898</id><published>2008-05-08T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:50:55.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM SO HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>i did it! I GOT BOB'S EMAIL!!!  AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope he actually emails me back.  hes such a babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/twitterpated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-8338222924919104898?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/8338222924919104898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=8338222924919104898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8338222924919104898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8338222924919104898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-happy.html' title='IM SO HAPPY!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-415417773807385570</id><published>2008-05-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:07:32.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your favorite color say about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Favorite Color Blue Says About You: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Emotional --- Affected --- Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful --- Tranquil --- Connected&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual --- Experimental --- Deep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-415417773807385570?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/415417773807385570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=415417773807385570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/415417773807385570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/415417773807385570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-does-your-favorite-color-say-about.html' title='What does your favorite color say about you?'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2598193337845902079</id><published>2008-05-07T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:34:59.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so today a couple of things happened. nothing really seriously amazing like yesterday--more embarassing!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAM YOUR SUCH A STUPID HEAD!!!!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CALLED HIM WALKING OUT FROM THE ASSEMBLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUH! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sam and me were walking back from the gym and i saw 'bob' walking with his friend...uhh...'jim' so i was all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"oh my gosh i think thats him!!!" and sam was all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"where!" and i was all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"right there!" so she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"BOB!!!!!" cept she said his real name! and he like turned around and i was freaking turning red...and he turned back around because he didn't know who was calling him. so she said, louder this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBB!!!!" I WAS FREAKING OUT! and then she was like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"COME HERE!!!" OH MY FREAKING GOSH!!!!!!!!! SAM I HATE YOU YOU REJECT! lol inside joke. so he was all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"no..." i was sad...then happy at the same time. but then we was all "come here..." and he pointed next to him!!!!!!!!! BUT I DIDN'T GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SUCH A LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BUT HES SUCH A BABE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but then im sad because my friends are always like "ew hes ugly" or "why do you like him!" or stuff like that. it makes me sad! like really sad! because i like who i like and they shouldn't have a problem with that! sam likes a loser face. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so...yea and also one of my 'friends' sorta not my friend because she hates my guts now. umm...she is like ignoring me and sam and i don't know why because i LITERALLY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND NEITHER DID SAM OR KEIR! but like now my 'friend' forgave kier for whatever they did but not me or sam. im like DUH! Because I REALLY DIDN'T DO AAAAANNNNNNNNYYYYYYYTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO YEA. my day. fun huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;3/a.d.lover&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-2598193337845902079?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2598193337845902079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2598193337845902079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2598193337845902079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2598193337845902079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-of-my-day.html' title='Story of my day'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3767694613105217279</id><published>2008-05-06T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:05:14.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AHHHHHHHH OH MY GOSH! TODAY I HAVE DA BEST NEWS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so at school, you know that guy I like that I have no chance with? The older one-not the restricted one? Well, I was standing at my friends locker and...umm lets call him...Bob...walked up and said "see ya" so I turned around and he was WAVING and TOTALLY CHECKING ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) e was totally like waving and like...CHECKING ME OUT! I'm soooooooo happy! and at carpool we like walked by eachother like 5 times and every time he was all "later" or "see ya" or "bye" and oh my gosh I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well...I LOVE YOU 'BOB' AND I HOPE YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/'bob'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-3767694613105217279?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3767694613105217279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3767694613105217279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3767694613105217279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3767694613105217279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-gosh.html' title='OH MY GOSH!!!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5411661822342401508</id><published>2008-05-03T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:05:26.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ima Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hello. My name is Ima Loser. I am a completely freaking retarded loser who has no friends and no boys like me. The guy I like wouldn't go out/like me back in a MILLION years. and the other guy...I can't like because some people would hate me if I did. I also have really strange taste in boys and half of my friends don't get along. well yea so I'm crying... :'( call me-i need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/ima&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5411661822342401508?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5411661822342401508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5411661822342401508&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5411661822342401508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5411661822342401508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/ima-loser.html' title='Ima Loser'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6988576074686419481</id><published>2008-05-03T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:40:44.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to SCREAM!</title><content type='html'>People!  I'm talking about HANNAH MONTANA/MILEY CYRUS!  Ok I know that girl is pretty and all but...live? SHE CANNOT CARRY A TUNE!  I'm talking about when she sang on Idol Gives Back and Country Music Awards and Kids Choice Awards 2008.  Wow.  That girl is a strange being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/not a Hannah Montana fanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6988576074686419481?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6988576074686419481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6988576074686419481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6988576074686419481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6988576074686419481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-want-to-scream.html' title='I just want to SCREAM!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-4177744030501649628</id><published>2008-05-03T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:06:20.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink,Steal, Swear &amp; Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;DRINK, STEAL, SWEAR &amp;amp; LIE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I met this guy while I was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; and he has a motto he lives by every day. He said listen carefully and live by these 4 rules: Drink, Steal, Swear, &amp;amp; Lie. I was shaking my head 'no', but he then told me to listen while he explained his four rules. So here they are: 1.'Drink' from the 'everlasting cup' every day. 2.'Steal' a moment to help someone that is in worse shape than you are. 3.'Swear' that you will be a better person today than yesterday. 4.And last, but not least, when you 'lie' down at night thank God you live in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; and have freedom. I am not as good as I should be, I am not as good as I could be but THANK GOD I am better than I used to be !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I like this story!  I got it from my friend Danica.  Thanks girly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;3/haylee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-4177744030501649628?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/4177744030501649628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=4177744030501649628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4177744030501649628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4177744030501649628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/05/drinksteal-swear-lie.html' title='Drink,Steal, Swear &amp; Lie'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-4483165752229412958</id><published>2008-04-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:30:07.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol-my opinion</title><content type='html'>Well-I have to say it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really truly dislike Jason. He kind of scares me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195261544870839538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SBlG2XFGBPI/AAAAAAAAASw/J_02-H1BoCI/s320/jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syesha has captured me-she has a very powerful voice and range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195261549165806850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SBlG2nFGBQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/z7JPXxp944M/s320/syesha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David A. is going to win-I'm pretty sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195261536280904914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SBlG13FGBNI/AAAAAAAAASg/opa0iEdC6Kk/s320/david+a..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David C. kind of seems stuck up and full of it. Don't get my wrong-he's pretty cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195261544870839522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SBlG2XFGBOI/AAAAAAAAASo/kqFYL4U5lWs/s320/david+c..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're down to the top 4 and I think either Jason or Syesha will be off next week. If Jason's on one more time-I think I'm going to DIE!  I'm entitled to my own opinion but I want to hear yours.  COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/AI LOVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-4483165752229412958?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/4483165752229412958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=4483165752229412958&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4483165752229412958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/4483165752229412958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/04/american-idol-my-opinion.html' title='American Idol-my opinion'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SBlG2XFGBPI/AAAAAAAAASw/J_02-H1BoCI/s72-c/jason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-1226572386910649244</id><published>2008-04-27T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:03:19.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of MY weekend</title><content type='html'>So...summary?  When you get me and sadie and lala ALL in the same place for a day, WOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First-friday-i went and picked up sadie around 8:30 and we had a sleepover at my house and we dressed up like hippies...HAH!  Then the next day we went to my performance at the Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving Point and it was so fun!  Then we went to lala's house and had a BLAST watching GREASE and all that jazz.  We also ate SYMPHONY BARS!  YUMMY!!!  and then we finally like got home at 12:30am...funny!   Well-i had a REALLY fun weekend!  I LOVE YOU SADIE AND LALA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...chocolate and peanut butter-my two fav. loves.  HEY!  yup-my two fav. loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-1226572386910649244?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/1226572386910649244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=1226572386910649244&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1226572386910649244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/1226572386910649244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-of-my-weekend.html' title='Update of MY weekend'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-5284795085111515525</id><published>2008-04-24T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:39:26.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halversen Mission Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok FYI my gramparents are going on a mission to Bogata, Columbia in May and lauren and i set up a blog for them.  Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://halversenmission.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://halversenmission.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won't be posting on it for a while but check it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-5284795085111515525?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/5284795085111515525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=5284795085111515525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5284795085111515525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/5284795085111515525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/04/halversen-mission-blog.html' title='Halversen Mission Blog'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6698080693550914933</id><published>2008-04-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:30:42.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well-first-today was the soccer game that determined whether we moved on or not. We're not. We lost 3-1. Not cool. Those girls on the other team were abusive too. Abusive is my new word. I like it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192629863789757602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SA_tWXFGBKI/AAAAAAAAASI/9YQt_CdsMos/s320/sad+smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also-me and rach figured out that Gatorade should have a label that says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'Warning! Steroids in a Bottle!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha! We were SOOOOO hyper-my "teacher" (he's not really &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; teacher-we call him mike) got waaay mad at us for yelling 'MIKE!' it was funny and now we can't call him mike anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192630804387595442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SA_uNHFGBLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7GuNUcZrSBc/s320/happy+smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next-APA IDOL WAS TODAY! I'm very excited. The top 10-Me, Rach, Ashlee, Sarah, Rachel, Emily, Janessa, Garret, Joe and Jared-all sang and the public (jr. high) voted on who they thought was the best. The results were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st place: GARRET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd place: EMILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Runner-up: ME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooo happy! If I could vote-I would have voted for garret as choice #1 and Rach and choice #2. They were both reaaaaaally good! After-I got SWARMED by my friends and they were all screaming. It was pretty funny! :]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192633359893136578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SA_wh3FGBMI/AAAAAAAAASY/cQ2uonl6lj4/s320/musical+note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well-that's all for now. fun huh? I'll post more later. For now-I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/miss mcgraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6698080693550914933?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6698080693550914933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6698080693550914933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6698080693550914933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6698080693550914933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/04/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eOahwTywpBA/SA_tWXFGBKI/AAAAAAAAASI/9YQt_CdsMos/s72-c/sad+smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-8608351916689458726</id><published>2008-04-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:04:30.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>I just felt like I had to share this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO believe in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;I DO believe that Joseph Smith DID restore the true church on the Earth, and it IS here today.&lt;br /&gt;I DO believe that Thomas S. Monson is the real prophet, seer and revalator (if that's how you spell it)&lt;br /&gt;I DO believe that the Book of Mormon was translated correctly and that everything in it is true.&lt;br /&gt;I DO believe that the Holy Ghost, Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father are 3 seperate beings.&lt;br /&gt;I DO believe also, that if you need to find an answer if you are doubting any of this, that if you read this scripture:  [James 1:5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not;  and it shall be given him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you will know for sure that the church is true and that if you are in it, you will be blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!  I just had to share that and make sure you all knew that I'm not just saying I believe.  I REALLY DO BELIEVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/LDS and PROUD of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-8608351916689458726?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/8608351916689458726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=8608351916689458726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8608351916689458726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/8608351916689458726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-933843597699927910</id><published>2008-04-19T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:43:00.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanner's Party!</title><content type='html'>Hey it was soooooo fun last night! I went to a party for my friend Tanner Young (swim team) and even though i only knew like...5 people...it was soooooo much fun! First we went to Dimple Dell and swam for a while and then we went back to his house and had pizza and donuts and watched 'MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL!!!" it was SOOOOO dumb but so funny!&lt;br /&gt;Then i met these kids that i swear i knew them from somewhere but i CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHERE!  lol&lt;br /&gt;and this kid i knew was totally flirting with me [: it was funny to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANNER!&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/6085118481403886611-933843597699927910?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/933843597699927910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=933843597699927910&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/933843597699927910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/933843597699927910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/04/tanners-party.html' title='Tanner&apos;s Party!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-3992935498889908919</id><published>2008-04-16T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:41:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>I'm in english right now. We're doing a POETRY unit and I really don't like poems. not unless I'm writing them about things I like. I like haikus and cinquains. and the kind where you just put a whole bunch of words together and it makes sense. What kind of poetry is your favorite? ANSWER THIS! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my love poem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;special feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking about someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more than an emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you like it? ANSWER THIS TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3/poet-and-she-knows-it&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/6085118481403886611-3992935498889908919?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/3992935498889908919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=3992935498889908919&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3992935498889908919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/3992935498889908919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/04/english.html' title='English'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-2779119799087315682</id><published>2008-04-13T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:05:08.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  Just sharing my feelings about Sundays.  I'm just telling about the LIKE and DISLIKE parts about the beginning of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;relaxation&lt;br /&gt;~catchup time on sleep&lt;br /&gt;~family being together when were all calm and relaxed&lt;br /&gt;~watching church movies&lt;br /&gt;~going to gramas house&lt;br /&gt;~playing outside sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISLIKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sometimes we don't have anything to do&lt;br /&gt;~I can't hang out with anyone&lt;br /&gt;~I have to realize that tomorrow is another week of long, boring school&lt;br /&gt;~HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;~brothers having fits&lt;br /&gt;~sometimes I get too much sleep and then I feel like I've wasted my day&lt;br /&gt;~fasting when church is at 1-I don't most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea well as you can see, there are ups and downs to sunday.  What goes on in your house on Sunday?  Post about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves~Haylee Tate Bear Buddy Lynn Ann [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-2779119799087315682?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/2779119799087315682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=2779119799087315682&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2779119799087315682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/2779119799087315682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/04/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085118481403886611.post-6087586999966892332</id><published>2008-04-10T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:21:37.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Schedule!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness!  Today is like the 2nd day of the 4th term and we got our 8th grade schedules!  Well, not completely, we get to choose what we want to take in what order-if we get them in soon enough.  I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TAKE!  (Oh and Sadie? I need to know if you're coming back next year) and here are the choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD 1: History, ALG I, ALG II&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD 2: History, ALG I, ALG II&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD 3: PE-Comp 8, Comp 8-PE (Comp 8-PE, PE-Comp 8=english w/ Mr. Sorensen 1/2 year and then PE or the other way around)&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD 4: Science 8, Latin II, Spanish I&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD 5: Science 8, Latin II&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD 6: English 8, Orchestra, beg. Band, Art&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD 7: English 8, Choir, adv. Band, Art, Guitar&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD 8/COMMITTEES: SBO, Activities, Yearbook, Newspaper, Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHOULD I DO!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3/ Miss Idon`tknowatodo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6085118481403886611-6087586999966892332?l=koalatate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/feeds/6087586999966892332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6085118481403886611&amp;postID=6087586999966892332&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6087586999966892332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085118481403886611/posts/default/6087586999966892332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koalatate.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-schedule.html' title='New Schedule!'/><author><name>haylee ann (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15620504435587774941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
